The world's history is constant, like the laws of nature, and simple, like the souls of men. The same conditions continually produce the same results.

Every man stamps his value on himself... man is made great or small by his own will.

Historians are prophets with their face turned backward.

Gray hairs are death's blossoms.

Our safety is not in blindness, but in facing our dangers.

Time flies on restless pinions - constant never.

Even in a righteous cause force is a fearful thing.