Historians Are Prophets With Their Face Turned

Cling To Thy Native Land, For It Is The Land Of Thy Fathers?

To Save All We Must Risk All.

Rigor Pushed Too Far Is Sure To Miss Its Aim, However Good, As The Bow Snaps That Is Bent Too Stiffly.

An Honest Man You May Form Of Windle-straws, But To Make A Rogue You Must Have Grist.

On The Mountains There Is Freedom! The World Is Perfect Everywhere, Save Where Man Comes With His Torment.