To This Generation I Would Say: Memorize

Those Who First Oppose A Good Work, Seize It And Make It Their Own, When The Cornerstone Is Laid And Memorial Tablets Are Erected.

The Tongue May Be An Unruly Member-- But Silence Poisons The Soul.

Why, A Moral Truth Is A Hollow Tooth Which Must Be Propped With Gold.

In Time You Shall See Fate Approach You In The Shape Of Your Own Image In The Mirror.

. . . The Weal Of The Race, And The Cause Of Humanity, Here And Now, Are Enough To Give Life Meaning And Death As Well.