In the center of the arch, carved in the marble, was an open book with this inscription: "He that cannot reason is a fool, He that will not a bigot, He that dare not a slave." These noble words thrilled me.

I said to myself, "Some day, some day, I'll have a library" (that was a look ahead) "and these words shall grace the mantel as here." And so they do in New York and Skibo to-day.
Another Sunday which I spent at his home after an interval of several years was also noteworthy.

I had then become the superintendent of the Pittsburgh Division of the Pennsylvania Railroad.

The South had seceded.

I was all aflame for the flag.