Work And Wait, Work And Wait Is

Whatever Of True Glory Has Been Won By Any Nation Of The Earth; Whatever Great Advance His Been Made By Any Nation In That Which Constitutes A High Christian Civilization, Has Been Always At The Cost Of Sacrifice; Has Cost The Price Marked Upon It In God's Inventory Of National Good.

Character Lives In A Man, Reputation Outside Of Him.

Poet, Forger Of Ideals, Dreamer Among The Possibilities Of Life, Prophet Of The Millenium, Do You Get Impatient With The Prosaic Life Around You -- The Dulness, And The Earthliness, And The Brutishness Of Men? Fret Not. Go Forward Into The Realm Which Stretches Before You; Climb The Highest Mountain You Can Reach, And Plant A Cross There. The Nations Will Come Up To It Some Day. Work For Immortality If You Will; Then Wait For It. If Your Own Age Fail To Recognize You, A Coming Age Will Not.

Nothing So Obstinately Stands In The Way Of All Sorts Of Progress As Pride Of Opinion. While Nothing Is So Foolish And Baseless.

In My Judgment, A Great Mistake Has Been Made By Well Meaning And Zealous Men, Through Treating Error And Infidelity With Altogether Too Much Respect.