The lessons of history? There are four: The bee fertilizes the flower it robs; whom the gods would destroy they first make mad with power; the mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceeding small; when it is dark enough, you can see the stars. – Charles Austin Beard
In the democracy of the dead all men at last are equal. There is neither rank nor station nor prerogative in the republic of the grave. – John James Ingalls
