While A People Preserves Its

It Is A Useless Life That Is Not Consecrated To A Great Ideal. It Is Like A Stone Wasted On The Field Without Becoming A Part Of Any Edifice.

God Has Made Man A Cosmopolite. He Created Seas For Ships To Glide On, The Wind To Push Them, And The Stars To Guide Them Even In Darkest Night.

What Is Death To Me? I Have Sown The Seeds Others Will Reap.

Law Has No Skin, Reason Has No Nostrils.

The Tyranny Of Some Is Possible Only Through The Cowardice Of Others.