Man Is Created Free, And Is Free,

Man Is An Imitative Creature.

O Who Knows What Slumbers In The Background Of The Times?

Man Is Made Of The Wholly Common, And Custom Is His Nurse; Woe Then To Them Who Lay Irreverent Hands On His Old House-furniture, The Dear Inheritance From His Forefathers: For Time Consecrates, And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.

Without A Home Must The Soldier Go, A Changeful Wanderer, And Can Warm Himself At No Home-lit Hearth.

Power Is The Most Persuasive Rhetoric.