One murder made a villain, Millions a hero. Princes were privileged To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.

In sober state, Through the sequestered vale of rural life, The venerable patriarch guileless held The tenor of his way.

War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands.

Teach him how to live, And, oh still harder lesson! how to die.

Among so many conflicting ideas an so many different perspectives, the honest man is confused and distressed and the skeptic becomes wicked ... Since one must …

Violence, less and less embarrassed by the limits imposed by centuries of lawfulness, is brazenly and victoriously striding across the whole world, unconcerned…

In a serious struggle there is no worse cruelty than to be magnanimous at an inopportune time.