The treasured lies of seven hundred years are in his heart to-day.

For time runs against the cause of truth as well as with it.

Once create a Frankenstein of race hatred, and he will gather strength in going.

The chronicler's fable of this century becomes the accredited historical fact of the next.

Give it what billiard-players call "legs" enough and it will mature into a tradition, a proverb, a spontaneous instinct.