I Wish I Was As Sure Of

I Have Seen The Hippopotamus, Both Asleep And Awake; And I Can Assure You That, Awake Or Asleep, He Is The Ugliest Of The Works Of God.

And How Can Man Die Better Than Facing Fearful Odds, For The Ashes Of His Fathers, And The Temples Of His Gods?

The History Of Nations, In The Sense In Which I Use The Word, Is Often Best Studied In Works Not Professedly Historical.

We Never Could Clearly Understand How It Is That Egotism, So Unpopular In Conversation, Should Be So Popular In Writing.

A Church Is Disaffected When It Is Persecuted, Quiet When It Is Tolerated, And Actively Loyal When It Is Favored And Cherished.