The cry of the soul is for freedom. It longs for liberty, from the date of its first conscious moments.
Man's record upon this wild world is the record of work, and of work alone.
God give us men! A time like this demands. Strong minds, great hearts, true faith, and ready hands; Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor; men who will not die.
Joys divided are increased.
We work and that is godlike.
Ah! soul of mine! Ah! soul of mine! Thy sluggish senses are but bars That stand between thee and the stars, And shut thee from the world divine.