Come, Follow Me, And Leave

He Who Sees A Need And Waits To Be Asked For Help Is As Unkind As If He Had Refused It.

The Only Fit Reply To A Fit Request Is Silence And The Fact.

There's Not The Least Thing Can Be Said Or Done, But People Will Talk And Find Fault.

Those Ancients Who In Poetry Presented The Golden Age, Who Sang Its Happy State, Perhaps, In Their Parnassus, Dreamt This Place. Here, Mankind's Root Was Innocent; And Here Were Every Fruit And Never-ending Spring; These Streams--the Nectar Of Which Poets Sing.

Mankind Is At Its Best When It Is Most Free. This Will Be Clear If We Grasp The Principle Of Liberty. We Must Recall That The Basic Principle Is Freedom Of Choice, Which Saying Many Have On Their Lips But Few In Their Minds.