How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my t >>
A man may be a heretic in the truth; and if he believe things only bec >>
How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensib >>
Think not forever of yourselves, O Chiefs, nor of your own generation. >>
If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to >>
Everybody today seems to be in such a terrible rush, anxious for great >>
Peace has her victories which are no less renowned than war.