Time Is A Seedfield; In Youth We

Republics, One After Another . . . Have Perished From A Want Of Intelligence And Virtue In The Masses Of The People. . . .

Lost, Yesterday, Somewhere Between Sunrise And Sunset, Two Golden Hours, Each Set With Sixty Diamond Minutes. No Reward Is Offered For They Are Gone Forever.

Doing Nothing For Others Is The Undoing Of One's Self. We Must Be Purposely Kind And Generous, Or We Miss The Best Part Of Existence. The Heart That Goes Out Of Itself, Gets Large And Full Of Joy. This Is The Great Secret Of The Inner Life. We Do Ourselves The Most Good Doing Something For Others.

In Our Country And In Our Times No Man Is Worthy The Honored Name Of Statesman Who Does Not Include The Highest Practicable Education Of The People In All His Plans Of Administration. He May Have Eloquence, He May Have A Knowledge Of All History, Diplomacy, Jurisprudence; And By These He Might Claim, In Other Countries, The Elevated Rank Of A Statesman: But Unless He Speaks, Plans, Labors, At All Times And In All Places, For The Culture And Edification Of The Whole People, He Is Not, He Cannot Be, An American Statesman.

If You Wish To Write Well, Study The Life About You,--life In The Public Streets.