They Have Rights Who Dare Maintain Them.

Before Man Made Us Citizens, Great Nature Made Us Men.

Once To Every Man And Nation Comes The Moment To Decide.

Nature, They Say, Doth Dote, And Cannot Make A Man Save On Some Worn-out Plan Repeating Us By Rote: For Him Her Old World Moulds Aside She Threw And, Choosing Sweet Clay From The Breast Of The Unexhausted West, With Stuff Untainted Shaped A Hero New.

No Man Can Produce Great Things Who Is Not Thoroughly Sincere In Dealing With Himself.

A Sneer Is The Weapon Of The Weak.