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“We might prate of ideals and of righteous causes without end, but without a concrete translation of our faith, without such a weapon as the sword of the selective draft, welded, we draft men know, with what a heat, liberty might have perished, and the lights have gone out in this poor old world, while yet we talked.”
“I hope that Americans, looking across the ocean that unites rather than divides us, will see only the great things and take no notice of the little ones.”