Patience has its limits. Take it too far, and it’s cowardice.
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was…
Thunderstorm I control the thunder ruining Days. Hiring A Big Marching Band to Create my Praise. But today I am…
A message to the Foreign Office from Central Spain, August 1812 Gentlemen, Whilst marching from Portugal to a position which…