Treason, Which Begins By Being

Man, Man, Is Thy Brother, And Thy Father Is God.

Man, It Seems, Is Not Able To Bear The Languid Rest On Nature's Bosom, And When The Trumpet Sounds The Signal Of Danger, He Hastens To Join His Comrades, No Matter What The Cause That Calls Him To Arms. He Rushes Into The Thickest Of The Fight, And Amid The Uproar Of The Battle Regains Confidence In Himself And His Powers.

The Impartiality Of History Is Not That Of The Mirror, Which Merely Reflects Objects, But Of The Judge, Who Sees, Listens, And Decides.

Let Us Love The Passing Hour, Let Us Hurry Up And Enjoy Our Time.

Poetry Is The Morning Dream Of Great Minds.