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.

Give the historians something to write about.

Give the historians something to write about.

Everybody knows there is no fineness or accuracy of suppression; if you hold down one thing, you hold down the read more

Everybody knows there is no fineness or accuracy of suppression; if you hold down one thing, you hold down the adjoining.

Difficulty is the excuse history never accepts.

Difficulty is the excuse history never accepts.

All history, of course, is the history of wars.

All history, of course, is the history of wars.

I like the dreams of the future better than the history of the past.

I like the dreams of the future better than the history of the past.

There is no life that does not contribute to history.

There is no life that does not contribute to history.

Miserable creatures, thrown for a moment on the surface of this little pile of mud, is it decreed that one read more

Miserable creatures, thrown for a moment on the surface of this little pile of mud, is it decreed that one half of the flock should be the persecutor of the other? Is it for you, mankind, to pronounce on what is good and what is evil?

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.