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.

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.

And history with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.

And history with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.

Anyone who knows anything of history knows that great social changes are impossible without feminine upheaval. Social progress can be read more

Anyone who knows anything of history knows that great social changes are impossible without feminine upheaval. Social progress can be measured exactly by the social position of the fair sex, the ugly ones included.

Let us not seek the Republican answer or the Democratic answer, but the right answer. Let us not seek to read more

Let us not seek the Republican answer or the Democratic answer, but the right answer. Let us not seek to fix the blame for the past. Let us accept our own responsibility for the future.

Masses are always breeding grounds of psychic epidemics.

Masses are always breeding grounds of psychic epidemics.

The limit is about 300 words. Kipling's "Recessional" really did something to England when it was published. It helped them read more

The limit is about 300 words. Kipling's "Recessional" really did something to England when it was published. It helped them through a bad time. Let me know if you find any great poems lying around.

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

I claim not to have controlled events, but confess plainly that events have controlled me.

I claim not to have controlled events, but confess plainly that events have controlled me.