“What small account The All-living seems to take of this thin flame Which we call life. He sends a moment's blast Out of war's nostrils, and a myriad Of these our puny tapers are blown out Forever.”
Quote by Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
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“There are no judgments so harsh as those of the erring, the inexperienced, and the young.”
