Man Became Free When He Recognized That

Hunting Is Now To Most Of Us A Game, Whose Relish Seems Based Upon Some Mystic Remembrance, In The Blood, Of Ancient Days When To Hunter As Well As Hunted It Was A Matter Of Life And Death.

Never Mind Your Happiness; Do Your Duty.

The Crossroads Of Trade Are The Meeting Place Of Ideas, The Attrition Ground Of Rival Customs And Beliefs; Diversities Beget Conflict, Comparison, Thought; Superstitions Cancel One Another, And Reason Begins.

History Is Mostly Guessing; The Rest Is Prejudice.

We Have Conferred A Mystic Popularity Upon Officials Whose Only Virtue Is Their Timidity; While Our Scorn Of Rebels And Reformers Is So Great That We Have Ceased To Persecute Them. The Capitals And Governments Of The World Are In The Hands Of Caution; And Change Comes Over Them Only In The Night, Unseen.