Then like a flash came that wonderful Jeffersonian change of facial expression, and as the white head drops upon the arms stretched before him on the table he says: “Well, she led me a hard life, a hard life, but she was the wife of my bosom, she was meine frau!
Watterson describes a poignant moment in Jefferson's performance of Rip Van Winkle.
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It is love—love through grace of God—truth where we can find it—which shall irradiate the life that is.
In short he was an opportunist void of conviction and indifferent to consistency.
But my face in the glass I’ll serenely survey, And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow— That this worn-out old stuff which is thread-bare to-day Shall become everlasting to-morrow.
O Liberty,” cried Madame Roland, “how many crimes are committed in thy name!” “O Churchism,” may I not say, “how much nonsense is trolled off in thy name!
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