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Water Is The Mother Of The Vine, The Nurse And Fountain Of Fecundity, The Adorner And Refresher Of The World.

An Arrow May Fly Through The Air And Leave No Trace; But An Ill Thought Leaves A Trail Like A Serpent.

War In Men's Eyes Shall Be A Monster Of Iniquity In The Good Time Coming. Nations Shall Not Quarrel Then, To Prove Which Is The Stronger; Nor Slaughter Men For Glory's Sake; - Wait A Little Longer.

Extraordinary Popular Delusions And The Madness Of Crowds

There 's A Good Time Coming, Boys! A Good Time Coming.