“Man ever talks, and Man ever dreams Of better days that are yet to be, After glittering goal, that distant gleams, Running and racing untiringly. The worldly may grow old and young as it will, But the Hope of man is Improvement still. Hope bears him into life in her arms, She flutters around the boy's young bloom, The soul of youth with her magic warms, Nor rests with age in the silent tomb; For ends man his weary course at the grave, There plants he Hope o'er his ashes to wave.” MenMayStillsSoulEndsDreamRunningAgeYoungCoursesHopeGrowsGoalBoysMagicYouthArmsBearsPlantSilentWaveImprovementGravesRacingAshesWearyWorldlyTombsGleamBetter Days Author:Friedrich Schiller
“Men who expect universal peace through invention of destructive weapons of war are no wiser than one who, noting the improvement of agricultural implements, should prophesy an end to the tilling of the soil.” MenShouldWarEndsWeaponsUniversalImprovementInventionSoilDestructiveWiser Book:Delphi Complete Works of Ambrose Bierce (Illustrated) Source: Delphi Complete Works of Ambrose Bierce (Illustrated)