I will You, in all, Myself, with promise to never desert you, To which I sign my name.

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

Strong and content I travel the open road.

Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.

Thunder on! Stride on! Democracy. Strike with vengeful stroke!

Whoever degrades another degrades me.

I act as the tongue of you, ... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.