No Durable Things Are Built On Violent

Death Consists, Indeed, In A Repeated Process Of Unrobing, Or Unsheathing. The Immortal Part Of Man Shakes Off From Itself, One After The Other, Its Outer Casings, And - As The Snake From Its Skin, The Butterfly From Its Chrysalis - Emerges From One After Another, Passing Into A Higher State Of Consciousness.

An Accurate Knowledge Of The Past Of A Country Is Necessary For Everyone Who Would Understand Its Present, And Who Desires To Judge Of Its Future.

Matter Is, In Its Constituent Elements, The Same As Spirit; Existence Is One, However Manifold In Its Phenomena; Life Is One, However Multiform In Its Evolution.

If We Believe In A God At All, We Must Surely Ascribe To Him Perfection Of Wisdom And Perfection Of Goodness; We Are Then Forced To Conceive Of Him - However Strange It May Sound To Those Who Believe, Not Only Without Seeing But Also Without Thinking - As Without Will, Because He Must Always Necessarily Pursue The Course Which Is Wisest And Best.

Those Who Can Serve Best, Those Who Help Most, Those Who Sacrifice Most, Those Are The People Who Will Be Loved In Life And Honoured In Death, When All Questions Of Colour Are Swept Away And When In A Free Country Free Citizens Shall Meet On Equal Grounds.