A well known American writer said once that, while everybody talked about the weather, nobody seemed to do anything about it.

There was never a nation great until it came to the knowledge that it had nowhere in the world to go for help.

To own a bit of ground, to scratch it with a hoe, to plant seeds and watch, their renewal of life, this is the commonest delight of the race, the most satisfac…

It is fortunate that each generation does not comprehend its own ignorance. We are thus enabled to call our ancestors barbarous.