People Demand Freedom Only When They Have

There's Nothing In This World So Sweet As Love. And Next To Love The Sweetest Thing Is Hate.

To Be Seventy Years Old Is Like Climbing The Alps. You Reach A Snow-crowned Summit, And See Behind You The Deep Valley Stretching Miles And Miles Away, And Before You Other Summits Higher And Whiter, Which You May Have Strength To Climb, Or May Not. Then You Sit Down And Meditate And Wonder Which It Will Be.

Give What You Have. To Some One, It May Be Better Than You Dare To Think.

Let Us Then, Be Up And Doing.

But The Good Deed, Through The Ages Living In Historic Pages, Brighter Grows And Gleams Immortal, Unconsumed By Moth Or Rust.