There is more heroism in self-denial than in deeds of arms.—­Seneca.

We can all be heroes in our virtues, in our homes, in our lives.—­James Ellis.

Each man is a hero and an oracle to somebody; and to that person whatever he says has an enhanced value.—­Emerson.

History.—­History maketh a young man to be old, without either wrinkles or gray hairs,—­privileging him with the experience of age, without either the infirmities or inconveniences thereof.—­Thomas Fuller.

History teaches everything, even the future.—­Lamartine.

It is when the hour of the conflict is over that history comes to a right understanding of the strife, and is ready to exclaim, “Lo, God is here, and we knew him not!”—­Bancroft.

This I hold to be the chief office of history, to rescue virtuous actions from the oblivion to which a want of records would consign them, and that men should feel a dread of being considered infamous in the opinions of posterity, from their depraved expressions and base actions.—­Tacitus.

Not to know what has been transacted in former times is to continue always a child.  If no use is made of the labors of past ages, the world must remain always in the infancy of knowledge.—­Cicero.

History is the depository of great actions, the witness of what is past, the example and instructor of the present, and monitor to the future.—­Cervantes.

There is no history worthy of attention but that of a free people; the history of a people subjected to despotism is only a collection of anecdotes.—­CHAMFORT.

History is but the unrolled scroll of prophecy.—­James A. Garfield.

The world’s history is a divine poem of which the history of every nation is a canto and every man a word.  Its strains have been pealing along down the centuries, and though there have been mingled the discords of warring cannon and dying men, yet to the Christian philosopher and historian—­the humble listener—­there has been a divine melody running through the song which speaks of hope and halcyon days to come.—­James A. Garfield.

Home.—­There is no happiness in life, there is no misery, like that growing out of the dispositions which consecrate or desecrate a home.—­Chapin.

It was the policy of the good old gentleman to make his children feel that home was the happiest place in the world; and I value this delicious home-feeling as one of the choicest gifts a parent can bestow.—­Washington Irving.

He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.—­Goethe.

’Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog’s honest bark
Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home;
’Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark
Our coming, and look brighter when we come. 

                                    —­Byron.