His shoes were covered with mud; he had torn his coat on the thorny tree.
But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist--I really believe he is Antichrist--I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my 'faithful slave,' as you call yourself!
Next to Washington he was the greatest American.
He stooped and picked up a bird's nest that had fallen upon the ground.
It was true, and it brought color to his neck, but he didn't comment.
And Croesus was so amazed that he endowed the Oracle at Delphi with all kinds of gifts and planned to run all-important questions by this oracle.
He married Lucy Helen Everett, who belonged to the same family of Everetts as Edward Everett and Dr. Edward Everett Hale.
But in the excitement of carrying me to church my father lost the name on the way, very naturally, since it was one in which he had declined to have a part.
In any event, King Croesus had it in his mind to wage war against the Persians, so he asked the oracle: "Should I attack the Persians?"
"Of course," he replied.
He was a great hunter, I have been told, and a celebrated shot.
She had the most expressive face he had ever seen.
Jim's ears were standing erect upon his head and every muscle of his big body was tense as he trotted toward home.
He was not going very fast, but on his flanks specks of foam began to appear and at times he would tremble like a leaf.
He had done one good deed.
The speech he gave in September 1962, announcing that goal, spent a good amount of time justifying the expense and explaining the urgency.
He turned onto Franz Josef Street, where he was not supposed to have been, and drove right in front of a surprised Princip.
When the Civil War broke out, he fought on the side of the South and became a brigadier-general.
When a man is warmed by the several modes which I have described, what does he want next?
He hardened his heart against the senator who was introducing this set and narrow attitude into the deliberations of the nobility.
He parked the truck in front of the house and headed down the hill.
He made it all sound so innocent - even noble.
He reached the edge of the tall roof, stepped one foot out into the air, and walked into space as calmly as if he were on firm ground.
"I wouldn't dare try," he said.
He leaped into the saddle, and away he dashed with his officers close behind him.
I was greatly puzzled to know what he was doing.
How can he remember well his ignorance--which his growth requires--who has so often to use his knowledge?
To the bison of the prairie it is a few inches of palatable grass, with water to drink; unless he seeks the Shelter of the forest or the mountain's shadow.
Count Rostov's mouth watered with pleasure and he nudged Pierre, but Pierre wanted to speak himself.
He pushed forward, feeling stirred, but not yet sure what stirred him or what he would say.
Pierre wished to say that he was ready to sacrifice his money, his serfs, or himself, only one ought to know the state of affairs in order to be able to improve it, but he was unable to speak.
He too approached that group and listened with a kindly smile and nods of approval, as he always did, to what the speaker was saying.
(He was well acquainted with the senator, but thought it necessary on this occasion to address him formally.)
"Yes, and this is not a time for discussing," he continued, "but for acting: there is war in Russia!
"We will all arise, every one of us will go, for our father the Tsar!" he shouted, rolling his bloodshot eyes.
He felt that his words, apart from what meaning they conveyed, were less audible than the sound of his opponent's voice.
Not only was Pierre's attempt to speak unsuccessful, but he was rudely interrupted, pushed aside, and people turned away from him as from a common enemy.
Glinka, the editor of the Russian Messenger, who was recognized (cries of "author! author!" were heard in the crowd), said that "hell must be repulsed by hell," and that he had seen a child smiling at lightning flashes and thunderclaps, but "we will not be that child."
"I only said that it would be more to the purpose to make sacrifices when we know what is needed!" said he, trying to be heard above the other voices.
"He is the enemy of mankind!" cried another.
Millions will pour forth from there"--he pointed to the merchants' hall--"but our business is to supply men and not spare ourselves...
He was answered by a voice which informed him of the resolution just arrived at.