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“Her şeyden önce ahlakımızın ve seciyenizin kuvvetine istinat ediniz. Her şeyden önce memleketiniz ve milletiniz için çalışınız. Bu yolda yürürken budala, safdil, aptal diyecek veya o gözle bakacak kurnazlara ve züppelere rast geleceksiniz. Gençler… Aptallığı ve safdilliği, hırsızlık ve ahlaksızlığa tercih ediniz. Osmanlı devletini ve meşrutiyet Türkiye’sini lekeleyen çirkefleri Cumhuriyet tarihine bulaştırmamak en büyük mefkûreniz olsun. En küçük memuriyetlerden en büyük makamlara kadar geçeceğiniz yollarda dürüst olunuz. Arkanızda karanlık, çamurlu ve çirkefli dedikodular yerine; berrak, temiz, nurlu ve sitayişli izler bırakmaya çalışınız.”

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