One of the greatest of poets, Coleridge was one of the wisest of men, and it was not for nothing that he read us this parable. Let us have a little less of "hands across the sea," and a little more of that elemental distrust that is the security of nations. War loves to come like a thief in the night; professions of eternal amity provide the night.
Ambrose BiercePASTIME, n. A device for promoting dejection. Gentle exercise for intellectual debility.
Ambrose BierceHere's to woman! Would that we could fold into her arms without falling into her hands.
Ambrose BierceThere was never a genius who was not thought a fool until he disclosed himself; whereas he is a fool then only.
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