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Our ignorance of history makes us libel our own times. People have always been like this.
Our ignorance of history makes us libel our own times. People have always been like this.
History, a distillation of rumor.
History, a distillation of rumor.
We talked for a few more minutes and then the president turned to the vice president and said he'd just read more
We talked for a few more minutes and then the president turned to the vice president and said he'd just narrowed the candidates to one. And my 31-year naval career flew out the window.
There are people who read too much: bibliobibuli. I know some who are constantly drunk on books, as other men read more
There are people who read too much: bibliobibuli. I know some who are constantly drunk on books, as other men are drunk on whiskey or religion. They wander through this most diverting and stimulating of worlds in a haze, seeing nothing and hearing nothing.
The supreme, the merciless, the destroyer of opposition, the exalted King, the shepherd, the protector of the quarters of the read more
The supreme, the merciless, the destroyer of opposition, the exalted King, the shepherd, the protector of the quarters of the world, the King the word of whose mouth destroys mountains and seas, who by his lordly attack has forced mighty and merciless Kings from the rising of the sun to the setting of the same to acknowledge one supremacy.
In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the read more
In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.
There is properly no history, only biography.
There is properly no history, only biography.
A light supper, a good night's sleep, and a fine morning have often made a hero of the same man read more
A light supper, a good night's sleep, and a fine morning have often made a hero of the same man who by indigestion, a restless night, and a rainy morning, would have proved a coward.
They died hard, those savage men-like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. read more
They died hard, those savage men-like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them.