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To Reduce Man To The Duties Of His Own City, And To Disengage Him From Duties To The Members Of Other Cities, Is To Break The Universal Society Of The Human Race.

To Some Extent I Liken Slavery To Death.

A Home Without Books Is A Body Without Soul.

The Harvest Of Old Age Is The Recollection And Abundance Of Blessing Previously Secured.

Poor Is The Nation That Has No Heroes, But Poorer Still Is The Nation That Having Heroes, Fails To Remember And Honor Them.