If I Had A Formula For Bypassing

A New And Valid Idea Is Worth More Than A Regiment And Fewer Men Can Furnish The Former Than Command The Latter.

Our Dead Brothers And Sisters Still Live For Us And Bid Us Think Of Life, Not Death-of Life To Which In Their Youth They Lent The Passion And Glory Of Spring. As I Listen, The Great Chorus Of Life And Joy Begins Again, And Amid The Awful Orchestra Of Seen And Unseen Powers And Destinies Of Good And Evil, Our Trumpets Sound Once More A Note Of Daring, Hope, And Will.

If There Is Any Principle Of The Constitution That More Imperatively Calls For Attachment Than Any Other It Is The Principle Of Free Thought, Not Free Thought For Those Who Agree With Us But Freedom For The Thought That We Hate.

The Worst Of A Modern Stylish Mansion Is That It Has No Place For Ghosts.

Life Is A Fatal Complaint, And An Eminently Contagious One.