Born in 1819 / Died in November 13, 1861 / United Kingdom / English
A world where nothing is had for nothing.
If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars.
And almost every one, when age, Disease, or sorrows strike him, Inclines to think there is a God, Or something very like him.
Grace is given of god, but knowledge is bought in the market.
Well, I know, after all, it is only juxtaposition, Juxtaposition, in short; and what is juxtaposition?
Whither depart the souls of the brave that die in the battle, Die in the lost, lost fight, for the cause that perishes with them?
The highest political buzz word is not liberty, equality, fraternity or solidarity; it is service.
Thou shalt have one God only; who Would be at the expense of two? No graven images may be Worshipped, except the currency:
As I sat at the cafe, I said to myself, They may talk as they please about what they call pelf,...
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