By All Means, Don't Say,

I Cannot Bring Myself To Believe That Any Human Being Lives Who Would Do Me Any Harm.

The Dogmas Of The Quiet Past Are Inadequate To The Stormy Present. The Occasion Is Piled High With Difficulty, And We Must Rise To The Occasion. We Cannot Escape History. We Will Be Remembered In Spite Of Ourselves. The Fiery Trial Through Which We Pass Will Light Us Down In Honour Or Dishonour, To The Last Generation. We Shall Nobly Save, Or Meanly Lose, Our Last Best Hope Of Earth.

The Working Men Are The Basis Of All Governments, For The Plain Reason That They Are The Most Numerous.

Among Free Men There Can Be No Successful Appeal From The Ballot To The Bullet.

This Country, With Its Institutions, Belongs To The People Who Inhabit It.