Wild Liberty Breeds Iron Conscience; Natures With

The Conscious Utterance Of Thought, By Speech Or Action, To Any End, Is Art.

Society Has No Bribe For Me.

Our Culture, Therefore, Must Not Omit The Arming Of The Man. Let Him Hear In Season, That He Is Born Into The State Of War, And That The Commonwealth And His Own Well-being Require That He Should Not Go Dancing In The Weeds Of Peace, But Warned, Self- Collected, And Neither Defying Nor Dreading The Thunder, Let Him Take Both Reputation And Life In His Hand, And, With Perfect Urbanity, Dare The Gibbet And The Mob By The Absolute Truth Of His Speech, And The Rectitude Of His Behaviour.

We Do Not Yet Trust The Unknown Power Of Thoughts.

The World Is The Perennial Miracle Which The Soul Worketh.