All Delays Are Dangerous In War.

I Saw Myself The Lambent Easy Light Gild The Brown Horror, And Dispel The Night.

As Poetry Is The Harmony Of Words, So Music Is That Of Notes.

A Brave Man Scorns To Quarrel Once A Day; Like Hectors In At Every Petty Fray.

Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousy, Thou Tyrant Of The Mind!

All Empire Is No More Than Power In Trust.