Civilization Is The Order And Freedom Is

History Is So Indifferently Rich, That A Case For Almost Any Conclusion From It Can Be Made By A Selection Of Instances.

Hunting Is Now To Most Of Us A Game, Whose Relish Seems Based Upon Some Mystic Remembrance, In The Blood, Of Ancient Days When To Hunter As Well As Hunted It Was A Matter Of Life And Death.

I Came To Think Of Myself, Not As A Dance And Chaos Of Molecules, But As A Brief And Minute Portion Of That Majestic Process

In The End, Nothing Is Lost. Every Event, For Good Or Evil, Has Effects Forever.

Civilizations Come And Go; They Conquer The Earth And Crumble Into Dust; But Faith Survives Every Desolation.