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By union the smallest states thrive, by discord the greatest are
destroyed.
[Lat., Concordia res parvae crescunt, discordia read more
By union the smallest states thrive, by discord the greatest are
destroyed.
[Lat., Concordia res parvae crescunt, discordia maximae
dilabantur.]
The style of life is a unity because it has grown out of the difficulties of early life and out read more
The style of life is a unity because it has grown out of the difficulties of early life and out of the striving for a goal.
There is no more sure tie between friends than when they are
united in their objects and wishes.
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There is no more sure tie between friends than when they are
united in their objects and wishes.
[Lat., Neque est ullum certius amicitiae vinculum, quam consensus
et societas consiliorum et voluntatum.,]
Hate grows and victors where love is afraid to share its bloom
Hate grows and victors where love is afraid to share its bloom
Make my joy complete by being of the same mind, maintaining the same love, united in spirit, intent on one read more
Make my joy complete by being of the same mind, maintaining the same love, united in spirit, intent on one purpose. Philippians 4:2
What ever disunites man from God, also disunites man from man.
What ever disunites man from God, also disunites man from man.
When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will
fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in read more
When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will
fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible
struggle.
One man may hit the mark, another blunder; but heed not these distinctions. Only from the alliance of the one, read more
One man may hit the mark, another blunder; but heed not these distinctions. Only from the alliance of the one, working with and through the other, are great things born.
Our Union is river, lake, ocean, and sky:
Man breaks not the medal, when God cuts the die!
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Our Union is river, lake, ocean, and sky:
Man breaks not the medal, when God cuts the die!
Though darkened with sulphur, though cloven with steel,
The blue arch will brighten, the waters will heal!