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There is a history in all men's lives,
Figuring the nature of the times deceased,
The which read more
There is a history in all men's lives,
Figuring the nature of the times deceased,
The which observed, a man may prophesy,
With a near aim, of the main chance of things
As yet not come to life, which in their seeds
And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
A tunnel underneath the sea from Calais straight to Dover, Sir,
The squeamish folks may cross by land from read more
A tunnel underneath the sea from Calais straight to Dover, Sir,
The squeamish folks may cross by land from shore to shore,
With sluices made to drown the French, if e'er they would come
over, Sir,
Has long been talk'd of, till at length 'tis thought a monstrous
bore.
The best way to predict the future is to invent it.
The best way to predict the future is to invent it.
Your fathers, where are they? and the prophets, do they live for
ever?
Your fathers, where are they? and the prophets, do they live for
ever?
O my prophetic soul!
My uncle?
O my prophetic soul!
My uncle?
From hence, no question, has sprung an observation
. . . confirmed now into a settled opinion, that some read more
From hence, no question, has sprung an observation
. . . confirmed now into a settled opinion, that some long
experienced souls in the world, before their dislodging, arrive
to the height of prophetic spirit.
My gran'ther's rule was safer 'n 't is to crow:
Don't never prophesy--onless ye know.
My gran'ther's rule was safer 'n 't is to crow:
Don't never prophesy--onless ye know.
This solemn moment of triumph, one of the greatest moments in the
history of the world . . . read more
This solemn moment of triumph, one of the greatest moments in the
history of the world . . . this great hour which rings in a new
era . . . and which is going to lift up humanity to a higher
plane of existence for all the ages of the future.
Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe,
Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast;
Is that read more
Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe,
Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast;
Is that portentous phrase, "I told you so."