Henry M. Jackson quotes
"America is not like a blanket -- one piece of unbroken cloth, the same color, the same texture, the same size. America is more l"
How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm I thank thee, night for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which, amidst th
For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause for breath, And love itself have
"America is not like a blanket -- one piece of unbroken cloth, the same color, the same texture, the same size. America is more l"