We Have Come To A Point Where

Our Ideals Resemble The Stars, Which Illumintate The Night. No One Will Ever Be Able To Touch Them. But The Men Who, Like The Sailors On The Ocean, Take Them For Guides, Will Undoubtedly Reach Their Goal.

I Will Make A Prophecy That May Now Sound Peculiar. In Fifty Years Lincoln's Name Will Be Inscribed Close To Washington's On This Republic's Roll Of Honor.

Ideals Are Like Stars; You Will Not Succeed In Touching Them With Your Hands. But Like The Seafaring Man On The Desert Of Waters, You Choose Them As Your Guides, And Following Them You Will Reach Your Destiny.

Our Country ... When Right, To Be Kept Right. When Wrong, To Be Put Right.

Tis Not, 'my Country Right Or Wrong'; Tis, 'my Country, That Which Is Right To Be Kept Right, That Which Is Wrong To Be Set Right'