you try never to strike anyone, but when you must, you strike only one blow, but such a harsh one that your enemy can never, never strike back.

The church is a sort of hospital for men's souls and as full of quackery as the hospital for their bodies.

If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad. There is so much, and I am torn in different directions, pulled thin, taut against horizons too distant for me to reach. To stop with the German tribes and rest awhile: But no! On, on, on. Through ages of empires, of decline and fall. Swift, ceaseless pace. Will I never rest in sunlight again - slow, languid &amp; golden with peace?

We have a strong agricultural heritage in Kansas.

Written By Jim Ryun

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