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The trenchant blade Toledo trusty.
For want of fighting was grown rusty,
And ate into itself for read more
The trenchant blade Toledo trusty.
For want of fighting was grown rusty,
And ate into itself for lack
Of somebody to hew and hack.
Peace is the gift of God. Do you want peace? Go to God. Do you want peace in four families? read more
Peace is the gift of God. Do you want peace? Go to God. Do you want peace in four families? Go to God. Do you want peace to brood over your families? If you do, live your religion, and the very peace of God will dwell and abide with you, for that is where peace comes from, and it doesn't dwell anywhere else.
There can never be peace between nations until there is first known that true peace which ... is within the read more
There can never be peace between nations until there is first known that true peace which ... is within the souls of men.
Rob Helb served as an Army Air Corps gunner and lost an arm over the oil fields of Turkey. After read more
Rob Helb served as an Army Air Corps gunner and lost an arm over the oil fields of Turkey. After crashing, he asked a crew member to retrieve his bloodied and severed arm so he could remove from its wrist the gold watch his father had given him.
If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.
If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.
Nor is heaven always at peace.
[Lat., Nec sidera pacem
Semper habent.]
Nor is heaven always at peace.
[Lat., Nec sidera pacem
Semper habent.]
There is no way to peace, peace is the way.
There is no way to peace, peace is the way.
O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade;
Where rumor of oppression read more
O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade;
Where rumor of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more.
At home the hateful names of parties cease,
And factious souls are wearied into peace.
At home the hateful names of parties cease,
And factious souls are wearied into peace.