Words Are Mere Sound And Smoke, Dimming

Every Man Has Enough Power Left To Carry Out That Of Which He Is Convinced.

With Little Art, Clear Wit And Sense Suggest Their Own Delivery.

At All Times It Has Not Been The Age, But Individuals Alone, Who Have Worked For Knowledge. It Was The Age Which Put Socrates To Death By Poison, The Age Which Burnt Huss. The Ages Have Always Remained Alike.

Men Are Joined By Conviction, Sundered By Opinion.

We Must Be Young To Do Great Things.