Light Is The Symbol Of Truth.

Truth Only Needs To Be For Once Spoken Out; And There's Such Music In Her, Such Strange Rhythm, As Makes Men's Memories Her Joyous Slaves.

Such Power There Is In Clear-eyed Self-restraint.

The Traitor To Humanity Is The Traitor Most Accurst.

Compromise Makes A Good Umbrella, But A Poor Roof; It Is Temporary Expedient, Often Wise In Party Politics, Almost Sure To Be Unwise In Statesmanship.

A Friendship Counting Nearly Forty Years Is The Finest Kind Of Shade-tree I Know.