John Forte Quotes

You can cry until there's nothing wet left in you. You can scream and curse until your throat rebels and ruptures. You can pray all you want, to whatever god you think will listen, and still it makes no difference. It goes on with no sign as to when it might release you, and you know that if it ever did relent, it would not be because it cared.

Sin also carries on its war by entangling the affections and drawing them into an alliance against the mind. Grace may be enthroned in the mind, but if sin controls the affections, it has seized a fort from which it will continually assault the soul. Hence, as we shall see, mortification is chiefly directed to take place upon the affections.

«Marley, piede!» ordinai. Non appena mossi il mio primo passo, decollò come un caccia da una portaerei. Trattenni forte il guinzaglio che gli provocò un orribile colpo di tosse mentre la catena gli serrava le vie respiratorie. Scattò indietro per un istante, ma non appena la catena si allentò, dimenticò il momentaneo senso di soffocamento, storia antica in quel piccolo compartimento del suo cervello dedicato alle lezioni di vita imparate. Si lanciò ancora in avanti.

Quando svoltai l'angolo, mi fermai di colpo. Ci avrei scommesso una settimana di stipendio che quel che stavo vedendo non poteva essere vero. Il nostro turbolento, esasperato cane stava adagiato tra le ginocchia di Jenny, il grosso testone posato placidamente sul suo grembo. La coda gli penzolava piatta tra le zampe, la prima volta che non lo vedevo agitarla quando stava toccando uno di noi. Gli occhi erano alzati verso di lei, e guaiva sommessamente. Jenny gli accarezzò la testa diverse volte e poi, senza preavviso, affondò la faccia nel folto del suo collo e cominciò a singhiozzare. Forte, in modo incontrollato. Restarono così a lungo, con Marley immobile come una statua, Jenny che lo stringeva a sè come un enorme bambolotto. Io mi tenevo in disparte, sentendomi un po' come un intruso che interferiva in quel momento privato, non sapendo esattamente che cosa fare. E poi, senza alzare la faccia, Jenny mosse un braccio verso di me, e io li raggiunsi sul divano e me la strinsi contro. Restammo lì noi tre, nel nostro abbraccio di condiviso dolore.

it struck me as extraordinary that the leaders of each of these countries bore such an intimate familial relationship to each other. It was as if the entire matter was nothing more than a childish game: Willy, Georgie, and Nicky running around a garden, setting out their forts and toy soldiers, enjoying an afternoon of great sport until one of them went too far and they had to be separated by a responsible adult.

someone in a high place - the mayor, chief of police, or other official - would receive information that a neighboring city was already in flames and that carloads of armed black men were coming to attack this city. This happened in Cedar Rapids when Des Moines was allegedly in flames. It happened in Ardmore, Oklahoma, and in Fort Worth, Texas, when it was alleged that Oklahoma City was in flames and carloads were converging on those cities. It happened in Reno and other western cities, when Oakland, California, was supposed to be in flames. It happened in Roanoke when Richmond, Virginia, was supposed to be in flames.

They fought their first action in March of 1775. Embarked on eight small ships, they sailed to the Bahamas and captured a British fort near Nassau, seizing gunpowder and supplies. Later, during the Revolutionary War, Marines fought several engagements in their distinctive green coats, such as helping George Washington to cross the Delaware River, and assisting John Paul Jones on the Bonhomme Richard to capture the British frigate Serapis during their famous sea fight.

Once he gets to the fort the colonel turns to John Wayne and says, "I did see a few Indians on the way over here." And John Wayne, with this really cool look on his face, replies, 'Don't worry. If you were able to spot some Indians, that means there weren't any there.' I don't remember the actual lines, but it went something like that. Do you get what he means?

Intellectual cowardice is only one of the problems of the academic community. Fort rubbed their noses in the swill generated by their gibberish and illiteracy. It was no secret then or now that academic publications are designed to protect the inept and to conceal ignorance. People with nothing to say, who even lack the ability to say nothing, can hide behind the academic method for a lifetime.

Slavery is so vile and miserable an Estate of Man, and so directly opposite to the generous Temper and Courage of our Nation; that 'tis hardly to be conceived, that an Englishman, much less a Gentleman, should plead for't.. And truly, I should have taken Sr. Rt: Filmer's "Patriarcha" as any other Treatise, which would perswade all Men, that they are Slaves, and ought to be so, for such another exercise of Wit, as was his who writ the Encomium (Praise) of Nero, rather than for a serious Discourse meant in earnest, had not the Gravity of the Title and Epistle, the Picture in the Front of the Book, and the Applause that followed it, required me to believe, that the Author and Publisher were both in earnest. I therefore took it into my hands with all the expectation and read it through with all the attention due to a Treaties, that made such a noise at its coming abroad and cannot but confess my self mightily surprised, that in a Book which was to provide Chains for all Mankind, I should find nothing but a Rope of Sand, useful perhaps to such, whose Skill and Business it is to raise a Dust, and would blind the People, the better to mislead them, but in truth is not of any force to draw those into Bondage, who have their Eyes open, and so much Sense about them as to consider, that Chains are but an Ill wearing, how much Care soever hath been taken to file and polish them.

J'aurais préféré que ça ne me fasse rien de savoir qu'il avait un problème de prothèse, mais en fait, ça me mettait un peu mal à l'aise. Lui aussi devant être gêné par mes tubes et ma bonbonne d'oxygène. La maladie est repoussante. Je l'avais compris depuis longtemps ; et il y avait fort à parier qu'Augustus l'avait compris également.

Preserving the memories so others will remember... ™

Ho riflettutto molto su come descriverlo, e questo è quel che ho deciso: «Nessuno l'ha mai definito un grande cane, o anche un buon cane. Era sfrenato come un ossesso e forte come un toro. Affrontava gioiosamente la vita, con un entusiasmo associato spesso a disastri naturali. È l'unico cane che sia mia stato espulso da un corso di aducazione all'obbedienza». Continuavo: «Marley era un divoratore di divani, un demolitore di porte a zanzariera, un dispensatore di saliva, un ribaltatore di coperchi di pattumiera. Quanto al cervello, lasciatemi dire che ha dato la caccia alla sua coda fino al giorno in cui è morto, apparentemente convinto di essere sull'orlo di una grossa svolta nel mondo canino». Ma c'era dell'altro in lui, e descrissi il suo intuito e la sua empatia, la sua dolcezza con i bambini, e il suo cuore puro. Quelo che volevo realtmente dire era come quest'animale aveva toccato le nostre anime e ci aveva insegnato alcune delle lezioni più importanti della vita. «Una persona può imparare molto da un cane, anche da un cane strambo come il nostro», scrissi. «Marley mi ha insegnato a vivere ogni giorno con sfrenata esuberanza e gioia, a cogliere il momento e seguire il mio cuore. Mi ha insegnato ad apprezzare le cose semplici: una passeggiata nei boschi, una fresca nevicata, un sonnellino in un raggio di sole invernale. E mentre diventava vecchio e malandato, mi ha insegnato l'ottimismo di fronte alle avversità. Sopprattutto mi ha insegnato l'amicizia, l'altruismo e una profonda devozione.» Era uno straordinario concetto che solo ora, sulla scia della sua morte, stavo assorbendo totalmente: Marley come mentore. Era un maestro e un modello di comportamento. Era possibile per un cane, qualsiasi cane, ma soprattutto un pazzo cane incontrollabile come il nostro, indicare agli umani le cose che contavano realmente nella vita? Direi di sì. Lealtà. Coraggio. Devozione. Semplicità. Gioia. E le cose che non contavano. A un cane non servono automobili lussuose o grandi case o vestiti di sartoria. Gli status symbol non significano niente per lui. Un bastone fradicio gli va altrettanto bene. Un cane giudica gli altri non dal colore, il credo o la classe ma da chi sono interioremente. A un cane non importa se sei ricco o povero, istruito o analfabeta, intelligente o stupido. Dagli il tuo cuore e lui ti darà il suo. Era molto semplice, eppure noi umani, così più saggi e più sofisticati, abbiamo sempre avuto difficltà a immaginare quel che conta e non conta realemente. Mentre scrivevo quest'articolo di addio a Marley, mi rendevo conto che era tutto lì di fronte a noi, se solo avessimo aperto gli occhi. A volte occorre un cane con un alito cattivo, pessime maniere, e intenzioni pure per aiutarci a vedere.

Tu sei fottutamente straordinario, Zachary John Tyler. Tu sei Dio, e io bacio dove cammini.” “Non sei disgustato? Non pensi che sia un codardo perché ho lasciato che mi facesse quelle cose?” “Tu non hai 'lasciato fare' un bel niente. Lui ha semplicemente fatto quello che voleva. 'Lasciar fare' non era nei piani. Ne so abbastanza di stupri, Zach.” Guardò il viso bianco e stravolto di Zach, e il cuore gli venne meno. Dio, come lo amava. Voleva stringerlo forte e non lasciarlo andare mai più, tenerlo al sicuro con lui

Good news, men. My old enemy Captain Pate has a posse raiding homes on the Santa Fe Road and planning to attack Lawrence. He got Jason and John with him. They are likely to drop 'em at Fort Leavenworth for imprisonment. We going after them." "How big is his army?" Owen asked. "A hundred fifty to two hundred, I'm told," Old Man Brown said. I looked around. I counted twenty-three among us, includ ing me. "We only got ammo for a day's fight," Owen said. "Doesn't matter." "What we gonna use when we run out? Harsh language?

(...) pois nas mulheres, e em particular nas do nosso tipo, por melhor que seja a disposição dos nossos corações, há sempre uma parte rainha que se autogoverna e que tem suas próprias razões de Estado, e dentre estas a mais forte é a que manda jamais se confundir a vontade com o ato.

Ce n'était pas là l'un des points forts de Garp : la tolérance à l'égard des intolérants. Les fous le rendaient fou. On aurait dit qu'il se sentait personnellement révolté de les voir céder à la folie en partie, sans doute, parce que lui même devait si souvent lutter pour se comporter de façon sensée.

Most of the new recruits were on their way to Fort Huachuca; their hair was cut so short, you could see scabs from the razor nicks—most of them who were assigned to Fort Huachuca would probably be on orders to Vietnam soon. “They look like babies,” I said to Owen. “BABIES FIGHT THE WARS,” said Owen Meany

Vi fa una gran paura, Rennie. È per quella volta che vi ha picchiato?" Ogni volta che parlavo di questo Rennie piangeva. Quel colpo era stato più duro di quanto si potesse immaginare. "Non sono così forte, Jake!", disse piangendo. "È colpa mia, ma non sono abbastanza forte per lui". Dissi: "Capisco perché Dio è scapolo".

Una nuova intimità s’era creata fra loro. Era un’intimità simile all’inizio di un nuovo amore, e quasi senza pensarci, Stoner ne comprese la ragione. Si erano perdonati per il male che si erano fatti l’un l’altra, ed erano rapiti dall’idea di come sarebbe potuta essere la loro vita insieme. Stoner la guardava ormai senza rimpianti. Nella luce morbida del tardo pomeriggio il suo viso sembrava giovane e senza rughe. Se fossi stato più forte, pensava. Se avessi saputo di più. Se avessi potuto comprendere. E alla fine, spietato, pensò: se l’avessi amata di più. Come percorrendo una distanza lunghissima, la sua mano attraversò il lenzuolo che lo copriva e toccò quella di lei. Edith non si mosse; e dopo un po’, Stoner cadde in un sonno profondo.

I was thinking about the island. It seems past-tense somehow, like a dream I had once. I walk down these streets and wander in and out of parks and dance in clubs and I think “once I walked along the beach with my best friend V., once I built forts with my little brother in the forest, once all I saw were trees” and all those true things sound false, it’s like a fairy tale someone told me. I stand waiting for lights to change on corners in Toronto and that whole place, the island I mean, it seems like a different planet.

Before leaving the earth altogether, let us as: How does Music stand with respect to its instruments, their pitches, the scales, modes and rows, repeating themselves from octave to octave, the chords, harmonies, and tonalities, the beats, meters, and rhythms, the degrees of amplitude (pianissimo, piano, mezzo-piano, mezzo-forte, forte, fortissimo)? Though the majority go each day to the schools where these matters are taught, they read when time permits of Cape Canaveral, Ghana, and Seoul. And they’ve heard tell of the music synthesizer, magnetic tape. They take for granted the dials on radios and television sets. A tardy art, the art of Music. And why so slow? Is it because, once having learned a notation of pitches and durations, musicians will not give up their Greek? Children have been modern artists for years now. What is it about Music that sends not only the young but adults too as far into the past as they can conveniently go? The module? But our choices never reached around the globe, and in our laziness, when we changed over to the twelve-tone system, we just took the pitches of the previous music as though we were moving into a furnished apartment and had no time to even take the pictures off the walls. What excuse? That nowadays things are happening so quickly that we become thoughtless? Or were we clairvoyant and knew ahead of time that the need for furniture of any kind would disappear? (Whatever you place there in front of you sits established in the air.) The thing that was irrelevant to the structures we formerly made, and this was what kept us breathing, was what took place within them. Their emptiness we took for what it was – a place where anything could happen. That was one of the reasons we were able when circumstances became inviting (chances in consciousness, etc.) to go outside, where breathing is child’s play: no walls, not even the glass ones which, though we could see through them, killed the birds while they were flying.

À medida que Buck foi ficando mais forte, eles o atraíram para todo tipo de brincadeira ridícula, das quais o próprio Thornton não se furtava de participar; e desta forma, Buck irrompeu de sua convalescença e entrou em uma nova vida. Era a primeira vez que sentia amor, um amor genuíno e apaixonado. Era uma coisa que não tinha experimentado nem na casa do juiz Miller, no ensolarado vale de Santa Clara. Com os filhos do juiz, sempre caçando ou se aventurando pelas matas, tinha sido uma sociedade comercial; para os netos do juiz ele tinha sido uma espécie de guardião imponente; e seu relacionamento com o próprio juiz tinha sido o de uma amizade digna e altiva. Porém um amor febril e apaixonado, uma adoração que chegava às raias da loucura somente havia sido despertada por John Thornton.

His months of teaching experience were now a lost age of youth and innocence. He could no longer sit in his office at Fort McNair, look out over the elm trees and the golf course, and encompass the world within "neat, geometric patterns" that fit within equally precise lectures. Policy planning was a very different responsibility, but explaining just how was "like trying to describe the mysteries of love to a person who has never experienced it." There was, however, an analogy that might help. "I have a largish farm in Pennsylvania."...it had 235 acres, on each of which things were happening. Weekends, in theory, were days of rest. But farms defied theory: Here a bridge is collapsing. No sooner do you start to repair it than a neighbor comes to complain about a hedge row which you haven't kept up half a mile away on the other side of the farm. At that very moment your daughter arrives to tell you that someone left the gate to the hog pasture open and the hogs are out. On the way to the hog pasture, you discover that the beagle hound is happily liquidating one of the children's pet kittens. In burying the kitten you look up and notice a whole section of the barn roof has been blown off and needs instant repair. Somebody shouts from the bathroom window that the pump has stopped working, and there's no water in the house. At that moment, a truck arrives with five tons of stone for the lane. And as you stand there hopelessly, wondering which of these crises to attend to first, you notice the farmer's little boy standing silently before you with that maddening smile, which is halfway a leer, on his face, and when you ask him what's up, he says triumphantly 'The bull's busted out and he's eating the strawberry bed'. Policy planning was like that. You might anticipate a problem three or four months into the future, but by the time you'd got your ideas down on paper, the months had shrunk to three to four weeks. Getting the paper approved took still more time, which left perhaps three or four days. And by the time others had translated those ideas into action, "the thing you were planning for took place the day before yesterday, and everyone wants to know why in the hell you didn't foresee it a long time ago." Meanwhile, 234 other problems were following similar trajectories, causing throngs of people to stand around trying to get your attention: "Say, do you know that the bull is out there in the strawberry patch again?

Back in America, Donald Trump had, as a candidate, preached the virtues of withdrawal. “We should leave Afghanistan immediately,” he had said. The war was “wasting our money,” “a total and complete disaster.” But, once in office, Donald Trump, and a national security team dominated by generals, pressed for escalation. Richard Holbrooke had spent his final days alarmed at the dominance of generals in Obama’s Afghanistan review, but Trump expanded this phenomenon almost to the point of parody. General Mattis as secretary of defense, General H. R. McMaster as national security advisor, and retired general John F. Kelly formed the backbone of the Trump administration’s Afghanistan review. In front of a room full of servicemen and women at Fort Myer Army Base, in Arlington, Virginia, backed by the flags of the branches of the US military, Trump announced that America would double down in Afghanistan. A month later, General Mattis ordered the first of thousands of new American troops into the country. It was a foregone conclusion: the year before Trump entered office, the military had already begun quietly testing public messaging, informing the public that America would be in Afghanistan for decades, not years. After the announcement, the same language cropped up again, this time from Trump surrogates who compared the commitment not to other counterterrorism operations, but to America’s troop commitments in Korea, Germany, and Japan. “We are with you in this fight,” the top general in Afghanistan, John Nicholson, Jr., told an audience of Afghans. “We will stay with you.

Conhecimento e técnicas. 'Que aspectos seus você pode mudar?' Conhecimento. Um conhecimento factual desse tipo não garantirá a excelência, mas a excelência é impossível sem ele. 'O modo de uma pessoa se engajar na vida pode não se alterar muito. Mas o foco da pessoa sim...'Para onde quer que olhemos, podemos ver exemplos de gente que mudou seu foco mudando seus valores: a conversão religiosa de Saulo no caminho para Damasco...Se quer mudar sua vida para que outros possam se beneficiar de seus pontos fortes, mude seus valores. Não perca tempo tentando mudar seus talentos. A aceitação de algumas coisas que nunca podem ser transformadas - talentos. Não mudamos. Simplesmente aceitamos nossos talentos e reordenamos nossas vidas em torno deles. Nós nos tornamos mais conscientes. Técnicas. 1. Anote qualquer historia, fato ou exemplo que encontre eco dentro de você. 2. Pratique em voz alta. Ouça a si mesmo pronunciando as palavras. 3. Essas histórias vão se tornar suas 'contas', como de um colar; 4.Só o que você tem a fazer quando dá uma palestra é enfileirar as contas na ordem apropriada, e sua apresentação parecerá tão natural quanto uma conversa. 5. Use pequenos cartões de arquivos ou um fichário para continuar adicionando novas contas ao seu colar.As técnicas se revelam mais valiosas quando aparecem combinadas com o talento genuíno. O talento é qualquer padrão recorrente de pensamento, sensação ou comportamento que possa ser usado produtivamente.Qualquer padrão recorrente de pensamento, sensação ou comportamento é um talento se esse padrão puder ser usado produtivamente. Mesmo a 'fragilidade' como a dislexia é um talento se você conseguir encontrar um meio de usá-la produtivamente. David Boies foi advogado do governo dos Estados Unidos no processo antitruste...Sua dislexia o faz se esquivar de palavras compridas, complicadas.As diferenças mais marcantes entre as pessoas raramente se dão em função de raça, sexo ou idade; elas se dão em função da rede ou das conexões mentais de cada pessoa. Como profissional, responsável tanto por seu talento por seu desempenho quanto por dirigir sua própria carreira, é vital que adquira uma compreensão precisa de como suas conexões mentais são moldadas. Incapaz de racionalizar cada mínima decisão, você é compelido a reagir instintivamente. Seu cérebro faz o que a natureza sempre faz em situações como essa: encontra e segue o caminho de menor resistência, o de seus talentos. Técnicas determinam se você pode fazer alguma coisa, enquanto talentos revelam algo mais importante: com que qualidade e com que frequência você a faz. Como John Bruer descreve em The Myth of the First Three Years, a natureza desenvolveu três modos para você aprender quando adulto: continuar a reforçar suas conexões sinápticas existentes (como acontece quando você aperfeçoa um talento usando técnicas apropriadas e conhecimento), continuar perdendo um maior número de suas conexões irrelevantes (como também acontece quando você se concentra em seus talentos e permite que outras conexões se deteriorem) ou desenvolver algumas conexões sinápticas a mais. Finalmente, o risco do treinamento repetitivo sem o talento subjacente é que você fique saturado antes de obter qualquer melhora.Identofique seus talentos mais poderosos, apure-os com técnicas e conhecimento e você estará no caminho certo para ter uma vida realmente produtiva.Se as evidências mais claras sobre seus talentos são fornecidas pelas reações espontâneas, aqui vão mais três pistas para ter em mente: desejos, aprendizado rápido e satisfação. Seus desejos refletem a realidade física de que algumas de suas conexões mentais são mais fortes do que outras.Algumas tiravam satisfação de ver outra pessoa obter algum tipo de progresso infinitesimal que a maioria de nós nem perceberia. Algumas adoravam levar ordem ao caos.(...) havia as que amavam as ideias. Outras desconfiavam d

On February 3, 2009 the U.S. government’s foreign surveillance system, THE HAMMER,  was commandeered and moved to the Fort Washington Facility in Maryland by John Brennan and James Clapper where they illegally transformed it into their own private domestic surveillance system.

The scouting activities on the eastern side of the peninsula of Florida came out of Fort Dallas, Fort Lauderdale, and Fort Capron, near modern-day Vero Beach, Florida. Colonel Justin Dimick was in charge of most of these operations for the main portion of the war. Under him served Captain John Brannan and Captain Abner Doubleday. The men of this command covered much of the area in today’s Broward and Dade Counties and found little to encourage them. Scouting consisted of taking canoes up the Miami or New River into the Everglades and

GENERAL J.M. BRANNAN, FROM A PHOTOGRAPH BY ANTHONY. John Brannan served under Justin Dimmick during the Third Seminole War and, with Abner Doubleday, completed the road between Fort Dallas (Miami) and Fort Lauderdale. Parts of this road are still used today. The most difficult task besides the scouting in the marshes and bay-galls was getting supplies and forage to these troops.

Which is a long way of saying that it didn't matter if my body couldn't bounce back like theirs. Or that I had to eat cleaner food, stretch in the morning and at night, and prioritize recovery. It didn't matter if I had to sleep less because there are only so many hours in any fucked-up day. If that's what it took, I was a willing warrior. Willing warriors don't reach for excuses. While it's human nature to try and talk yourself out of doing the hard or inconvenient thing, we know that it's non-negotiable. There are a lot of people out there who are willing to sign up for the military or police force, apply for a job, or enroll in college or graduate school because they expect some tangible and timely return on their investment. Warriors aren't in it for cash or benefits. That's all gravy. Even though I was broke, I would have found a way to pay the U.S. Navy to be a SEAL. Nobody recruited me to Fort St. John, and I lost money by taking the job. But willing warriors seek out our own missions and pay any and all tolls required. I wanted to do this fucking job, period. p283

At the time of Pearl Harbor, William Shirer’s Berlin Diary stood at the top of the best-seller lists. It was replaced the following spring by Elliot Paul’s The Last Time I Saw Paris and John Steinbeck’s The Moon Is Down. Then, in July, “a meteor burst across the publishing skies” as Marion Hargrove’s memoir of training camp at Fort Bragg, See Here, Private Hargrove, became one of the best-selling books of all time. Americans liked to read, one observer noted, about what their boys were doing at that moment. When the boys went into action, books about the war itself, such as William White’s They Were Expendable, took center stage.

​The rest of section eight lays out the other things that Congress is allowed to do. The list is pretty extensive, so we will hit the high points. - Borrow money. - Regulate trade between other countries, between the states, and between Indian tribes. - Develop rules for Naturalization. - Print money and provide punishment for printing fake money. - Establish a post office. - Promote the progress of science and useful arts. - Set up federal courts that are subordinate to the Supreme Court. - Punish Pirates and other offenses committed on the high Seas. - Declare war. - Raise and support an Army and Navy as well as make the rules for governing them. - Call up the Militia to execute laws, quell an uprising, or repel a foreign invasion. - Provide a system for States to man, equip, and train their own Militias. - Allow the Federal government to buy land to set up government buildings, forts, docks, etc.

The Devil's in the fellow, I think——I was told before I married him, that thus 'twou'd be: But I thought I had charms enough to govern him; and that where there was an estate, a woman must needs be happy; so my vanity has deceiv'd me, and my ambition has made me uneasy. But there's some comfort still; if one wou'd be reveng'd of him, these are good times; a woman may have a gallant, and a separate maintenance too—The surly puppy—yet he's a fool for't: for hitherto he has been no monster: But who knows how far he may provoke me? I never lov'd him, yet I have been ever true to him; and that, in spite of all the attacks of art and nature upon a poor weak woman's heart, in favour of a tempting lover. Methinks so noble a defence as I have made, shou'd be rewarded with a better usage—Or who can tell?——Perhaps a good part of what I suffer from my husband, may be a judgment upon me for my cruelty to my lover.——Lord, with what pleasure could I indulge that thought, were there but a possibility of finding arguments to make it good!—--And how do I know but there may?—Let me see——What opposes?—My matrimonial vow——Why, what did I vow? I think I promis'd to be true to my husband. Well; and he promis'd to be kind to me. But he han't kept his word——Why then I'm absolv'd from mine—Ay, that seems clear to me. The argument's good between the King and the people, why not between the husband and the wife? O, but that condition was not exprest—No matter, 'twas understood. Well, by all I see, if I argue the matter a little longer with myself, I shan't find so many bug-bears in the way as I thought I shou'd. Lord, what fine notions of virtue do we women take up upon the credit of old foolish philosophers! Virtue's its own reward, Virtue's this, Virtue's that——Virtue's an ass, and a gallant's worth forty on't.

Hall Jackson Kelley considered himself to be the Messiah of Oregon, but he was only its John the Baptist, crying in the wilderness. He inspired thousands who turned their eyes toward Oregon because of his burning message; most notable of whom were the other two members of that Massachusetts triumvirate, Nathaniel J. Wyeth and Captain Bonneville, who were to open up the Snake River country for the Americans.

Not long after the raid, a California-bound emigrant traveling with a different party saw what he thought were the tracks of some three hundred cattle, heading from the Muddy toward the Mormons’ Santa Clara fort. Among the cattle tracks were those of “several shod horses and mules,” the emigrant, John Aiken, said. The “drove of Cattle” that ended up at the fort, wrote a Santa Clara resident, “was called the publick herd.

We may think of John Greenleaf Whittier’s glorious tribute to the free ways of a good and healthy boy: Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim’s jaunty grace; From my heart I give thee joy,— I was once a barefoot boy! Prince thou art,—the grown-up man Only is republican.

Mesmo no que se faz por prazer o conformismo é a primeira coisa em que se pensa; as pessoas desejam em grupo; exercem a escolha apenas entre coisas comummente feitas; fogem da peculiaridade de gosto e da excentricidade de conduta como de crimes; até que, à força de não seguirem a própria natureza, não têm mais natureza a seguir; as suas capacidades humanas mirram e morrem; tornam-se incapazes de desejos fortes e de prazeres naturais; e não apresentam, em regra, opiniões e sentimentos brotados do íntimo, propriamente seus. É essa, entretanto, a condição desejável da natureza humana?

I am Doug Hammer, U.S. Army Green Beret, retired. I served my country in two wars, in combat and received the Purple Heart for my war wounds. Until recently, I was willing to put up with my country imprisoning conservatives who did not agree with the President. I was willing to accept the imprisoning of pastors and others who were not favored by the White House. My thought was that America elected the President, so we get what we deserve. However, I have concluded that the President is not legitimately in office, that he has the worst interests of the country at heart and that he is attempting to destroy the capitalistic system and install a socialist, even Communist, system in its place. I finally concluded that rumors of Russian troops, stationed at this base, being used to execute Americans were true. Our band of veterans, which we have named the American Resistance, has taken out those foreign troops. We take full responsibility for doing so. We are now in control of Fort Carson, along with the command structure of the active duty troops stationed at this base. We call on all American military personnel, wherever located in the world, to join with us in resisting this illegitimate administration, rebuking them and removing them from office, by force of arms, if necessary. May God bless America.

Charles Fort was erected in 1667 by the Duke of Ormonde. It is said to be haunted by a ghost known as the "White Lady,

In the blink of an eye, Barbara had turned ninety-five. Taking her final breath in the Ottowan Nursing Home in Goodsprings, Nevada, she couldn’t believe her life would end like this. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. She had had so many plans growing up. Where did it all go wrong? Looking back, she realized it was all Roger’s fault. Roger, that bastard. Her mother had told her once that she could be anything she wanted, as long as she set her mind to it. Barbara had wanted to be a nurse. She enjoyed helping people, and even as a young girl, felt that she could make a difference in people’s lives. After finishing high school in 1915, she had enrolled at the Johns Hopkins Hospital School of Nursing, only a short distance from where she had grown up, a little town called Fort Howard, Maryland. That had been before The Great War.

legends didn’t die. They just… were there. Always. His voice dry and scratchy, he said, “Heard what, sir? I just got back in town from Fort Sill. Is it my father?” “No, it’s your brother,” said White. “My brother?” His brother was in the most secure military prison in the country. Now Puller’s mind turned to other possibilities involving his sibling. “Has he been injured?” Puller didn’t know how that could be. There were no riots at the DB. But then again, one of the guards had slugged Bobby

Para explicar o êxito de seus negócios, John Rockefeller costumava dizer que a natureza recompensa os mais aptos e castiga os inúteis. Mais de um século depois, muitos donos do mundo continuam acreditando que Charles Darwin escreveu seus livros para lhes prenunciar a glória. Sobrevivência dos mais aptos? A aptidão mais útil para abrir caminho e sobreviver, o killing instinct, o instinto assassino, é uma virtude humana quando serve para que as grandes empresas façam a digestão das pequenas empresas e para que os países fortes devorem os países fracos, mas é prova de bestialidade quando um pobre-diabo sem trabalho sai a buscar comida com uma faca na mão. Os enfermos da patologia antissocial, loucura e perigo de que cada pobre é portador, inspiram-se nos modelos de boa saúde do êxito social. O ladrão de pátio aprende o que sabe elevando o olhar rasteiro aos cumes: estuda o exemplo dos vitoriosos e, mal ou bem, faz o que pode para lhes copiar os méritos. Mas “os fodidos sempre serão fodidos”, como costumava dizer Dom Emílio Azcárraga, que foi amo e senhor da televisão mexicana. As possibilidades de que um banqueiro que depena um banco desfrute em paz o produto de seus golpes são diretamente proporcionais às possibilidades de que um ladrão que rouba um banco vá para a prisão ou para o cemitério. Quando um delinquente mata por dívida não paga, a execução se chama ajuste de contas; e se chama plano de ajuste a execução de um país endividado, quando a tecnocracia internacional resolve liquidá-lo. A corja financeira sequestra os países e os arrasa se não pagam o resgate. Comparado com ela, qualquer bandidão é mais inofensivo do que Drácula à luz do sol. A economia mundial é a mais eficiente expressão do crime organizado. Os organismos internacionais que controlam a moeda, o comércio e o crédito praticam o terrorismo contra os países pobres e contra os pobres de todos os países, com uma frieza profissional e uma impunidade que humilham o melhor dos lança-bombas.

– E se eu disser que quero que você fique? Nick não respondeu de imediato, e ela ficou mortificada ao pensar que podia ter falado a coisa errada. Então ele deu um único passo largo e a apoiou na mesa perto da porta. Tomou seu rosto entre as mãos grandes e fortes e colou os lábios aos dela novamente em um beijo longo e adorável, roubando-lhe o ar e a capacidade de pensar. Quando ele afastou a cabeça, ambos estavam ofegantes. – Se você quer que eu fique, seria preciso um exército para me fazer ir embora. Isabel ergueu as mãos e mergulhou os dedos nas mechas negras do cabelo dele, puxando-o para outro beijo. Antes de seus lábios se tocarem novamente, ela sussurrou a palavra definitiva: – Fique.

Late in November, he suddenly appeared at Fort Lyon with the 3rd Colorado and other units and announced his intention to attack Black Kettle. Several officers remonstrated, declaring that the Cheyennes had been led to understand that they were prisoners of war. Chivington responded, as one of the protesters recalled, that “he believed it to be right and honorable to use any means under God’s heaven to kill Indians that would kill women and children, and ‘damn any man that was in sympathy with Indians.’“ On November 29, 1864, Chivington methodically deployed his command, about 700 strong with four howitzers, around Black Kettle’s village. The chief, shouting reassurances to his alarmed people, ran up an American flag and a white flag over his tepee. Then the troops opened fire and charged. The Indians fled in panic in all directions. Only one pocket of resistance formed, and that was speedily eliminated. Chivington had made clear his wish that prisoners not be taken, and a massacre followed as the soldiers indiscriminately shot down men, women, and children. Interpreter John Smith later testified: “They were scalped, their brains knocked out; the men used their knives, ripped open women, clubbed little children, knocked them in the head with their guns, beat their brains out, mutilated their bodies in every sense of the word.” Two hundred Cheyennes, two-thirds of them women and children, perished. Nine chiefs died, but Black Kettle made good his escape. As

Vedi, lì dentro erano tutti brava gente. Quello che l'aveva fatti diventare cattivi era che avevano bisogno di qualcosa. E allora ho cominciato a capire. Le rogne nascono tutte dal bisogno. Io non ce l'ho ancora tutto chiaro. Ma la questione è che un giorno ci hanno dato dei fagioli malandati. Uno s'è lamentato, e non è successo niente. Allora s'è messo a urlare. Il secondino viene, dà un'occhiata e se ne va. Allora s'è messo a urlare. Il secondino viene, dà un'occhiata e se ne va. Allora s'è messo a urlare un altro. E alla fine, amico mio, ci siamo messi a urlare tutti quanti. E urlavamo tutti con la stessa voce, così forte ch'era come se la cella stava scoppiando. Perdio! Allora sì ch'è successo qualcosa! Quelli sono arrivati di corsa e ci hanno dato dell'altra roba da mangiare... e non era malandata. Capisci?

Castine is a quiet town with a population of about 1,500 people in Western Hancock County, Maine, named after John Hancock, when Maine was a part of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. He was the famous statesman, merchant and smuggler who signed the “Declaration of Independence” with a signature large enough so that the English monarch, King George, could read it without glasses. Every child in New England knows that John Hancock was a prominent activist and patriot during the colonial history of the United States and not just the name of a well-known Insurance Company. Just below the earthen remains of Fort George, on both sides of Pleasant Street, lays the campus of Maine Maritime Academy. Prior to World War II, this location was the home of the Eastern State Normal School, whose purpose was to train grade school teachers. Maine Maritime Academy has significantly grown over the years and is now a four-year college that graduates officers and engineers for the United States Merchant Marine, as well as educating students in marine-related industries such as yacht and small craft management. Bachelor Degrees are offered in Engineering, International Business and Logistics, Marine Transportation, and Ocean Studies. Graduate studies are offered in Global Logistics and Maritime Management, as well as in International Logistics Management. Presently there are approximately 1,030 students enrolled at the Academy. Maine Maritime Academy's ranking was 7th in the 2016 edition of Best Northern Regional Colleges by U.S. News and World Report. The school was named the Number One public college in the United States by Money Magazine. Photo Caption: Castine, Maine

AUTHOR’S NOTE The First Assassin is a work of fiction, and specifically a work of historical fiction—meaning that much of it is based on real people, places, and events. My goal never has been to tell a tale about what really happened but to tell what might have happened by blending known facts with my imagination. Characters such as Abraham Lincoln, Winfield Scott, and John Hay were, of course, actual people. When they speak on these pages, their words are occasionally drawn from things they are reported to have said. At other times, I literally put words in their mouths. Historical events and circumstances such as Lincoln’s inauguration, the fall of Fort Sumter, and the military crisis in Washington, D.C., provide both a factual backdrop and a narrative skeleton. Throughout, I have tried to maximize the authenticity and also to tell a good story. Thomas Mallon, an experienced historical novelist, has described writing about the past: “The attempt to reconstruct the surface texture of that world was a homely pleasure, like quilting, done with items close to hand.” For me, the items close to hand were books and articles. Naming all of my sources is impossible. I’ve drawn from a lifetime of reading about the Civil War, starting as a boy who gazed for hours at the battlefield pictures in The Golden Book of the Civil War, which is an adaptation for young readers of The American Heritage Picture History of the Civil War by Bruce Catton. Yet several works stand out as especially important references. The first chapter owes much to an account that appeared in the New York Tribune on February 26, 1861 (and is cited in A House Dividing, by William E. Baringer). It is also informed by Lincoln and the Baltimore Plot, 1861, edited by Norma B. Cuthbert. For details about Washington in 1861: Reveille in Washington, by Margaret Leech; The Civil War Day by Day, by E. B. Long with Barbara Long; Freedom Rising, by Ernest B. Ferguson; The Regiment That Saved the Capitol, by William J. Roehrenbeck; The Story the Soldiers Wouldn’t Tell, by Thomas P. Lowry; and “Washington City,” in The Atlantic Monthly, January 1861. For information about certain characters: With Malice Toward None, by Stephen B. Oates; Lincoln, by David Herbert Donald; Abe Lincoln Laughing, edited by P. M. Zall; Lincoln and the Civil War in the Diaries of John Hay, edited by Tyler Dennett; Lincoln Day by Day, Vol. III: 1861–1865, by C. Percy Powell; Agent of Destiny, by John S. D. Eisenhower; Rebel Rose, by Isabel Ross; Wild Rose, by Ann Blackman; and several magazine articles by Charles Pomeroy Stone. For life in the South: Roll, Jordan, Roll, by Eugene D. Genovese; Runaway Slaves, by John Hope Franklin and Loren Schweninger; Bound for Canaan, by Fergus M. Bordewich; Narrative of the Life of Henry Box Brown, written by himself; The Fire-Eaters, by Eric H. Walther; and The Southern Dream of a Caribbean Empire, by Robert E. May. For background on Mazorca: Argentine Dictator, by John Lynch. This is the second edition of The First Assassin. Except for a few minor edits, it is no different from the first edition.

In sum, until April 12, Governor Barber, apparently assumed that his friends were faring well, and took no action whatsoever. Governor Barber’s friends, however, were not faring well at all. From the beginning of the siege, the weather had been bad. A cold rain began to fall shortly after men from Buffalo first arrived at the T. A., about midnight the evening of April 10, and during that night the rain turned to snow, meaning that the invaders in the cramped quarters of their fort “suffered intensely.”34 The peril of the invaders was obvious, and knowing that the telegraph lines were probably still down, they wanted to get a message to the governor in Cheyenne “stating their predicament and asking for immediate help.”35 A young man named Dowling stepped forward and offered to try to get through the lines around the ranch to Buffalo. His offer was immediately accepted, and H. E. Teschemacher wrote a telegram to Governor Barber, which was signed by Major Wolcott. It was an especially dark evening, and Dowling had a harrowing adventure, wading through the icy creek and then briefly falling in with some of the besieging men. In the darkness nobody identified him, however, and he managed to split off from them. He was then able to “commandeer a horse” and ride to Buffalo.

went to the White House and got the President out of bed. Carey and President Harrison were said to be old Senate friends, and no one was present at this session to speak for Johnson County. Quickly convinced of the necessity for immediate action, Harrison ordered a telegram send to General John R. Brooke in Omaha shortly after 11:00 P.M.4 At 11:05 P.M. the president wired Governor Barber that “in compliance with your call for the aid of the United States forces to protect the state of Wyoming against domestic violence,” he had ordered the secretary of war to send troops.5 The president did not have his facts right — the state of Wyoming needed no saving from domestic violence — but Governor Barber made no effort to set the record straight. At 11:37 P.M. General Brooke telegrammed Governor Barber, informing him that the commanding officer at Fort McKinney had been ordered “to prevent violence and preserve peace.”6 This message was received in Buffalo at 12:05 P.M., and within two hours, troops rode out of Fort McKinney under orders from the post’s commanding officer, Colonel J. J. Van Horn.7

Suddenly, in the far distance, a bugle was heard, heralding the troops from Fort McKinney. The fighting at the T. A. did not stop immediately, though. Van Horn later reported that both of the hostile parties discovered his presence, and from that time the besiegers “kept up an almost continuous fire upon the buildings.” Shortly, the troops pulled up near the ranch, and about 6:45 A.M., Colonel Van Horn asked Sheriff Angus to order the posse to stop firing, which, in Van Horn’s words, “was soon effected.”13 The invaders watched the approach of the troops with intense interest. In a dramatic passage, David wrote that Major Wolcott, seeing the troops, “threw his hand in a gesture of stunned groping to the table and whispered: ‘Gentlemen, it is the troops. We are to live.’”14 Sam Clover interviewed a stockman he called Bertram, who told him, “We were up against it hard, and knew our case was hopeless unless the soldiers were ordered out. When that bugle sounded I could have wept; as it was, I howled for joy.”15 On the other hand, some of the invaders continued to show disdain for the sheriff’s posse, refusing to admit that they were ever in peril. Frank Canton wrote much later that the invaders could have broken out anytime they wanted. They only bothered to stay, Canton said, because they had gone to the trouble of making fortifications.16 Canton’s bravado notwithstanding, most of the invaders were deeply relieved. Surrounded and outnumbered almost ten to one, they faced determined men with ample ammunition and food. The four hundred besiegers, according to a Cheyenne Daily Leader correspondent on the scene, “were invariably small ranchmen, distinct from the rustlers, who believed that their lives and homes were in danger from the invasion.”17 Clover described the invaders, on the other hand, as presenting a “desperate appearance. . .  hollow-eyed, begrimed and half-frozen.”18 Still, they made

The Antigua cruise port of Saint. Johns almost guarantees that site visitors will find a lot of beaches pertaining to swimming as well as sunbathing. It isn't really an official promise. It's just that the island features 365 beaches or one for every day's the year. Vacation cruise visitors will see that the cruise amsterdam shorelines are not correct by the docks as they might find within other locations such as Philipsburg, St. Maarten. Getting to the higher beaches will need transportation by means of pre-arranged excursion shuttle, taxi as well as car rental. However, they will likely find that shorelines are peaceful, peaceful and uncrowded because there are a lot of them. 3 beaches in close proximity to St. Johns are Runaway These types of, Dickinson Beach and Miller's Beach (also called Fort These types of Beach). Saint. Johns Antigua Visit It is possible to look, dine as well as spend time at the actual beach after a cruise pay a visit to. Anyone who doesn't have interest in a seaside will find plenty of shopping right by the Barbados cruise fatal. Heritage Quay is the main searching area. It's got many stalls filled with colorful things to acquire, some community and some not really. Negotiating over price is widespread and recognized. Redcliffe Quay is close to Heritage and provides many further shopping and also dining chances. Walk somewhat farther and you'll find yourself upon well-maintained streets with more traditional searching. U.Ersus. currency and a lot major charge cards are accepted everywhere. Tipping is common which has a recommended range of 10 to 15 per cent. English will be the official words. Attractions Similar to most Caribbean islands, Antigua provides strong beginnings in Yesteryear history. Your island's main traditional district and something of its most favored attractions can be English Harbor. Antigua's historic section was created as a bottom for the United kingdom navy in the 1700s right up until its closure in 1889. It is now part of the 15 square mls of Nelson's Dockyard Countrywide Park.

Si corre un pericolo non da poco quando si sta troppo vicino al fiume di pensieri di un'altra persona, perchè più forte è la corrente e più è facile caderci dentro e venire trascinati lontano da sè stessi.

Salvation arrived in the person of John Underhill, a hard-drinking, short-tempered Indian fighter renowned for his brutality in the Pequot War of 1637 as well as for a pamphlet extolling the charms of New Netherland. Underhill and a small contingent of New England troops rallied the Dutch over the winter of 1643-44, attacking Indian villages in Connecticut, on Staten Island, and on Long Island, killing hundreds and taking many prisoners. Some of the captives were brought back to the fort, and an eyewitness reported that Kieft “laughed right heartily, rubbing his right arm and laughing out loud” as they were tortured and butchered by his soldiers. The soldiers seized one, “threw him down, and stuck his private parts, which they had cut off, into his mouth while he was still alive, and after that placed him on a mill-stone and beat his head off.” Secretary Van Tienhoven’s mother-in-law allegedly amused herself all the while by kicking the heads of other victims about like footballs. In a later raid on an Indian camp near Pound Ridge in Westcheser, Underhill and the Anglo-Dutch force were said to have slaughtered somewhere between five hundred and seven hundred more with a loss of only fifteen wounded.

His mental darkness always descended at night, when the normal timpani of the fort fell silent,

Lieutenant Calley, who herded many of his victims into an irrigation ditch and filled it with their corpses, was the only officer or soldier to be convicted of a crime. He was charged with personally killing 109 Vietnamese. A court-martial convicted him of the premeditated murder of at least twenty-two, including babies, and sentenced him to life in prison at hard labor. President Nixon intervened for him. Calley was confined for three years, most of the time under house arrest in his apartment at Fort Benning with visitation rights for a girlfriend.

Fort Sumter, the Dubuque Herald accused the administration of goading Southerners into war: Nothing will satisfy the fanatics of the North but a provocation to civil war, in which they may accomplish their darling object—that which they have toiled for many years: the incitement of slaves to insurrection against their masters, and … the consequent emancipation of those slaves, the abolition of slavery, and the ruin and subjugation of the South to the political thraldom of Northern fanaticism. Even War Democrats were wary of a hidden agenda to get rid of slavery. One, John Campbell of Philadelphia, suspected that a scheming Britain was behind the abolitionist movement “to do us all the mischief she is able.” Nevertheless, he thought the administration “must not be crippled in its efforts to suppress rebellion and punish traitors.”18 Suspicions about the Republicans’ real aims ran so deep among some Democrats that Lincoln met with scoffs when he insisted that he had no intention of touching slavery where it already existed.

Colorado Springs can be traced to the city’s founding, but it was in the post-WWII era that the city began to emerge as a nerve center for a politically engaged, globally expansive evangelicalism intent on winning the country, and the world, for Christ. The entrenchment of evangelicalism in Colorado Springs coincided with the growth of the military in the region. In 1954, the United States Air Force Academy was established in Colorado Springs. The city would eventually house three air force bases, an army fort, and the North American Air Defense Command. In the 1960s, the Nazarene Bible College opened its doors, and soon an array of evangelical, charismatic, and fundamentalist churches, colleges, ministries, nonprofits, and businesses took root. Lured by local tax breaks and drawn to the growing epicenter of evangelical power, nearly one hundred Christian parachurch organizations sprouted up within a five-mile vicinity of the academy, including Officers’ Christian Fellowship, the International Bible Society, Youth for Christ, the Navigators, Fellowship of Christian Athletes, Christian Booksellers Association, Fellowship of Christian Cowboys, Christian Camping International, and, most significantly, Dobson’s Focus on the Family. 2

...the legion, which as we have noted may already have been depleted by Trajan's troop movements, was moved north-westwards whole or in part from York to a new fortress at Carlisle sometime in the 110s to counter a growing threat from the south-west of Scotland. Then, at a date probably around 120, an uprising began in the Lowlands that gathered momentum and engulfed Trimontium at Newstead and the other forts further south along two corridors, one down Dere Street to the Corbridge area and the other veering south-west towards Carlisle. At some point, probably early in the rebellion, the IXth, accompanied by a large auxilliary force (scholars rarely mention that some auxilliary units from Britain are also unaccounted for after the 120s), emerged to engage a native force of superior numbers. ...it would be good to have more material evidence to confirm the Borderlands as the epicentre of the unpleasantness. Only time and the future assiduous efforts of another legion, this time of metal detectorists, are likely to tell us if the forlorn artefacts strewn across the moorlands of Lowland Scotland represent the last echoes of the IXth Hispana.

He creates mosques and forts that aren't buildings, but tapestries of rock.

Key Apache Adversaries—U.S. Military Figures and Civilian Apache Agents Clum, John P.—born 1851. Civilian Apache agent at the San Carlos and Fort Apache reservations. Nicknamed “Turkey Gobbler” by the Apache for his strutting nature. Later became mayor of Tombstone, Arizona. His claim to fame was being the only person to successfully “capture” Geronimo. Died in 1932. Crook, General George—born 1828. Called America’s “greatest Indian fighter.” He was the first to use Indian scouts and was crucial in ending the Apache Wars. Called Nantan Lupan (“the Tan Wolf”) by the Apache, he advocated for Apache rights while at the same time becoming one of Geronimo’s greatest adversaries. Crook negotiated Geronimo’s “surrender” at the Cañon de los Embudos. He died in 1890. Gatewood, Lieutenant Charles B.—born 1853. A latecomer to the Apache Wars, Gatewood used scouts but failed to bring in Victorio. However, Gatewood would ultimately negotiate the terms of Geronimo’s final surrender to General Nelson A. Miles in 1886. He died in 1896. Miles, General Nelson A.—born in 1839. Civil War veteran best known for accepting Geronimo’s final surrender. Fought Sioux and Cheyenne Indians after the Battle of Little Big Horn. He died at the age of eighty-five in 1925 and was buried with full honors at Arlington National Cemetery. Sieber, Al—born 1843. A German-American, he served as the army’s chief of scouts during the Apache Wars. Died in 1907.

John and Diane Worcester are always on the run. In their amazing pursuit of God’s call, they have planted churches in cities like Moscow, Toronto, and Fort Worth. John tells part of their story: God has called my wife, Diane, and me to be sequential church planters. We move to one city after another to plant churches. Our goal is to make disciples of unsaved people and gather them in churches, where they can mature and be mobilized to make more disciples. By God’s grace, we have planted eight churches and over a dozen other expressions of the church, such as evangelistic campus ministries, singles ministries, etc. We typically apprentice future church planters as we plant, and once the church starts, we turn the church over to a long-term pastor. As planters like John and Diane Worcester run after what God has called them to do, their coaches run alongside them. God has used them to make an incredible gospel impact for thousands of people. No doubt well-intended advisors suggested they stop moving so often, but God had a unique plan. Paul reminds Thessalonian believers to give honor, respect, and love to those who lead: Dear brothers and sisters, honor those who are your leaders in the Lord’s work. They work hard among you and give you spiritual guidance. Show them great respect and wholehearted love because of their work. And live peacefully with each other. (1 Thess. 5:12–13 nlt)

Os cristãos ofendidos também eliminam sua capacidade de dar frutos. Jesus comparou o coração ao solo na parábola do semeador. Assim como os campos de Caim eram estéreis, o solo de um coração ofendido é estéril, envenenado pela amargura. As pessoas ofendidas ainda podem ter experiências milagrosas, palavras de conhecimento, pregações fortes e cura em suas vidas. Mas esses são dons do Espírito, e não frutos.

Sollevandolo al di sopra delle sue capacità, condusse il paese a riconoscersi nella sua parte migliore, cancellando l'immagine che il mondo s'era fatto di un'America vecchia, fatta di uomini vecchi, stanchi, finiti, che avevano paura delle idee, dei mutamenti e del futuro; egli insegnò all'umanità che la riscoperta dell'America non era compiuta e rifondò la repubblica americana così come l'avevano concepita la generazione dei suoi primi leader, un'America giovane, impavida, civile, razione, vivace, forte, aperta, sensibile agli stimoli e alle prospettive della storia.

As ofensas revelarão a fraqueza e os pontos frágeis de nossas vidas. Em geral, o ponto em que pensamos que somos fortes é a área da nossa fraqueza oculta. Ela permanecerá escondida até que uma poderosa tempestade arranque aquilo que a cobre.

John’s new Platoon Sergeant, Sergeant First Class Wilson* was a smart man, he was a Master Gunner and had just come from Fort Knox as an instructor which did not sit well with John’s bull headedness.

Their era was ending when Jim Clyman got to Independence in ’44 and found Bill Sublette, who had first taken wagons up the Platte Valley in 1830, now taking invalids to Brown’s Hole for a summer’s outing. It was twenty-one years since Jim had first gone up the Missouri, forty years since Lewis and Clark wintered at the Mandan villages, thirty-three years since Wilson Hunt led the Astorians westward, twenty years since Clyman with Smith and Fitzpatrick crossed South Pass, eighteen years since Ashley, in the Wasatch Mountains, sold his fur company to Smith, Sublette, and Jackson. Thirty-two years ago Robert McKnight had been imprisoned by the Spanish for taking goods to Santa Fe. Twenty-three years ago William Becknell had defied the prohibition and returned from Santa Fe in triumph. Eighteen years ago the Patties had got to San Diego by the Gila route and Jed Smith had blazed the desert trail to San Bernardino Valley; fourteen years ago Ewing Young, with Kit Carson, had come over the San Bernardino Mountains, making for the San Joaquin. There had been a trading post at the mouth of Laramie Creek for just ten years. Bent’s Fort was fifteen years old. Now the streams were trapped out, and even if beaver should come back, the price of plews would never rise again. There were two or three thousand Americans in Oregon, a couple of hundred in California, and in Independence hundreds of wagons were yoking up. Bill Sublette and Black Harris were guiding movers. Carson and Fitzpatrick were completing the education of John Charles Frémont. Forty years since Lewis and Clark. Think back to that blank paper with some names sketched in, the Wind River peaks, the Tetons, the Picketwire River, the Siskidee, names which, mostly, the mountain men sketched in — something under a million square miles, the fundamental watershed, a thousand mountain men scalped in this wilderness, the deserts crossed, the trails blazed and packed down, the mountains made known, the caravans carrying freight to Santa Fe, Bill Bowen selling his place to go to Oregon, half a dozen wagonwrights setting up at Independence … and, far off, like a fly buzzing against a screen, Joe Meek’s cousin, Mr. Polk, preparing war. Whose country was it? III Pillar of Cloud ALL through February Congress debated the resolution to terminate the joint occupancy of Oregon, and by its deliberation, Polk thought, informed the British that we were irresolute.

Mon père disait qu'elle était forte et je crois qu’une femme peut être plus forte qu’un homme si l’amour habite son cœur. Une femme qui aime est presque indestructible." ― À l’est d’Eden, 1952

No sistema aristotélico, a ética é um fator relativamente pouco importante. O cristianismo, entretanto, com a condenação do pecado e o apelo à retidão dá forte ênfase à moral. Não obstante, a ética não é a base do sistema cristão. A teologia é mais fundamental, pois a ética depende de Deus.

In both colonies the communistic experiments were failures. Angry at the lazy men in Jamestown who idled their time away and yet expected regular meals, Captain John Smith issued a manifesto: "Everyone that gathereth not every day as much as I do, the next day shall be set beyond the river and forever banished from the fort and live there or starve." Even this terrible threat did not bring a change in production. Not until each man was given a plot of his own to till, not until each gathered the fruits of his own labor, did the colony prosper. In

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-Ungdommen skal ha ambisjoner. Ellers stanser verden. Men helst er det vel frøken Pedersen som trekker. Og det er også riktig, for hvis det ikke var slik, da stanset verden av den grunn. Likevel, likevel Aronson, så er du ikke moden for hverken byhandel eller frøken Pedersen. Jeg har hatt mange betjenter, og jeg vet når de er modne for det ene eller annet. Noen blir fort modne til en kald fot i ræva. Andre er bedre. Men du har god to i deg og du er flink. Moden er du likevel ikke.

Old writers have said that the Portuguese, when they settled anywhere, began by building a church, the Dutch by building a fort, and the English by building a tavern. In Cochin some years ago, the progress of deterioration was still in evidence. The old cathedral erected to the glory of God by Albuquerque, or Vasco da Gama, was turned into a fort by the Dutch, and later, a British public house was superimposed on both.

I’m Sergeant John ‘Granite’ Dwayneson, chief Sergeant here at Lang Fort.

Não é fácil fazer o que é certo quando é mais fácil fazer errado. é necessário ter um carácter forte. (p. 130)

In early July 1777, Fort Ticonderoga in upstate New York fell to the British, prompting King George III to clap his hands and exclaim, “I have beat them! Beat all the Americans.” It was a potential calamity for the patriots, since it opened a corridor for General John Burgoyne and his invading army from Canada to push south to New York City, slicing the rebel army in half and isolating New England—an overarching objective of British war policy.

We didn’t believe when we first heard because you know how church folk can gossip. Like the time we all thought First John, our head usher, was messing around on his wife because Betty, the pastor’s secretary, caught him cozying up at brunch with another woman. A young, fashionable woman at that, one who switched her hips when she walked even though she had no business switching anything in front of a man married forty years. You could forgive a man for stepping out on his wife once, but to romance that young woman over buttered croissants at a sidewalk café? Now, that was a whole other thing. But before we could correct First John, he showed up at Upper Room Chapel that Sunday with his wife and the young, hip-switching woman—a great-niece visiting from Fort Worth—and that was that. When we first heard, we thought it might be that type of secret, although, we have to admit, it had felt different. Tasted different too. All good secrets have a taste before you tell them, and if we’d taken a moment to swish this one around our mouths, we might have

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were on their way to Fort Fisher.” John Hedrick also missed the elusive Grant but mentioned that he “went all round town on foot.”4 More disturbing news in Beaufort occurred on March 20. That evening, on the North River Road just outside town, a soldier wielding a double-barreled shotgun

Producer Norman Macdonnell saw Fort Laramie as “a monument to ordinary men who lived in extraordinary times”: their enemies were “the rugged, uncharted country, the heat, the cold, disease, boredom, and, perhaps last of all, hostile Indians.” Men died at Fort Laramie: some died of drowning, some of freezing, some of typhoid and smallpox. “But it’s a matter of record,” Macdonnell said on the opening, “that in all the years the cavalry was stationed at Fort Laramie, only four troopers died of gunshot wounds.” The series was less intense, and far less known, than Macdonnell’s major western, Guns-moke: the stories focused as much on atmosphere and mood as on violence and action. The run of 40 shows is complete on tape in excellent quality. The star, Raymond Burr, went from obscurity to national prominence a year later, taking on the title role in TV’s Perry Mason.

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