The future never just happened. It was created.
Knowledge is the eye of desire and can become the pilot of the soul.
Communism is the opiate of the people.
Knowledge that does not generate achievement is a pale and bloodless thing, unworthy of mankind.
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.