The Mills Of God Grind Slowly.

The Barbarians, Who Possessed No Books, No Secular Knowledge, No Education, Except In The Schools Of The Clergy, And Who Had Scarcely Acquired The Rudiments Of Religious Instruction, Turned With Childlike Attachment To Men Whose Minds Were Stored With The Knowledge Of Scripture, Of Cicero, Of St. Augustine; And In The Scanty World Of Their Ideas, The Church Was Felt To Be Something Infinitely Vaster, Stronger, Holier Than Their Newly Founded States.

There Should Be A Law To The People Besides Its Own Will.

There Is Not A More Perilous Or Immoral Habit Of Mind Than The Sanctifying Of Success.

Liberty, Next To Religion Has Been The Motive Of Good Deeds And The Common Pretext Of Crime, From The Sowing Of The Seed At Athens, 2,460 Years Ago, Until The Ripened Harvest Was Gathered By Men Of Our Race. It Is The Delicate Fruit Of A Mature Civilization; And Scarcely A Century Has Passed Since Nations, That Knew The Meaning Of The Term, Resolved To Be Free. In Every Age Its Progress Has Been Beset By Its Natural Enemies, By Ignorance And Superstition, By Lust Of Conquest And By Love Of Ease, By The Strong Man's Craving For Power, And The Poor Man's Craving For Food.

History, To Be Above Evasion Or Dispute, Must Stand On Documents, Not On Opinions.