April 1. This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four.
Nothing is made in vain, but the fly came near it.
O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain.
If there was two birds sitting on a fence, he would bet you which one would fly first.
It's not as bad as it sounds.
If Christ were here now there is one thing he would not be — a Christian.