Quote by Rutherford B. Hayes

He serves his party best who serves his country best.

He serves his party best who serves his country best.

Summary

This quote means that the person who truly benefits their party is the one who works for the greater good and wellbeing of their country. It emphasizes the notion that one's dedication should ultimately lie in the interests of their nation rather than any individual party. By prioritizing the welfare and progress of the country, the individual ultimately contributes to the success and growth of their political party as well. It serves as a reminder that serving a political party should never supersede serving the best interests of the country as a whole.

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