All through the night, like the tumult of a river when it races between the cliffs of a canyon, in my sleep I could hear the steady roar of the passing army.
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Nationality: American Type: Journalist Born: April 18, 1864 Death: April 11, 1916 |
“So often is the virgin sheet of paper more real than what one has to say, and so often one regrets having marred it.”
“Look at Mexico. We need to make that government better and end the corruption. If people have a better life in their country, they won't come over here.”