The Essence Of Justice Is

Those Old Ages Are Like The Landscape That Shows Best In Purple Distance, All Verdant And Smooth, And Bathed In Mellow Light.

Do Not Judge Men By Mere Appearances; For The Light Laughter That Bubbles On The Lip Often Mantles Over The Depths Of Sadness, And The Serious Look May Be The Sober Veil That Covers A Divine Peace And Joy.

A Man's Love For His Native Land Lies Deeper Than Any Logical Expression, Among Those Pulses Of The Heart Which Vibrate To The Sanctities Of Home, And To The Thoughts Which Leap Up From His Father's Graves.

No Language Can Express The Power, And Beauty, And Heroism, And Majesty Of A Mother's Love. It Shrinks Not Where Man Cowers, And Grows Stronger Where Man Faints, And Over Wastes Of Worldly Fortunes Sends The Radiance Of Its Quenchless Fidelity Like A Star.

Truth Is The Root, But Human Sympathy Is The Flower Of Practical Life.