A Wise Skepticism Is The First Attribute

Slow Are The Steps Of Freedom, But Her Feet Turn Never Backward.

Fools, When Their Roof-tree Falls, Think It Doomsday.

They Are Slaves Who Fear To Speak For The Fallen And The Weak; They Are Slaves Who Will Not Choose Hatred, Scoffing, And Abuse, Rather Than In Silence Shrink From The Truth They Needs Must Think; They Are Slaves Who Dare Not Be In The Right With Two Or Three.

The Purely Great Whose Soul No Siren Passion Could Unsphere, Thou Nameless, Now A Power And Mixed With Fate.

It Is By Presence Of Mind In Untried Emergencies That The Native Metal Of Man Is Tested.