Utility is the great idol of the age, to which all powers must do service and all talents swear allegiance.
Truth lives on in the midst of deception.
The dream is short, repentance long.
Vast, colossal destiny, which raises man to fame, though it may also grind him to powder!
The jest loses its point when he who makes it is the first to laugh.
Only the soldier is a free man, because he can look death in the face.