It is well for man to feel his indebtedness to the past which lives in him and without which he would not be what he is.

He is far more its creature than he gives himself credit for.

He reproduces daily the sentiments and thoughts of the dim and obscure before.

There are certain ideas and aspirations which have not had their fulfilment, but which run through all men from the beginning and which are continually reproduced.

There is a unity of race, called Humanity; one of place, called Nationality; one of birth, called Kindred; one of affinity, called Love and Friendship.