History marched to the drums of a clear idea...
Alone, alone, about the dreadful wood / Of conscious evil runs a lost mankind, / Dreading to find its Father.
Soft as the earth is mankind and both need to be altered.
Those to whom evil is doneDo evil in return.
No person can be a great leader unless he takes genuine joy in the successes of those under him.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.