Believe The Best Of Everybody.

Teach Us Delight In Simple Things, And Mirth That Has No Bitter Springs.

We Have Done With Hope And Honour. We Are Lost To Love And Truth, We Are Dropping Down The Ladder Rung By Rung; And The Measure Of Our Torment Is The Measure Of Our Youth. God Help Us, For We Knew The Worst Too Young!

Bite On The Bullet, Old Man, And Don't Let Them Think You're Afraid.

Gentleman-rankers Out On The Spree, Damned From Here To Eternity.

Take Everything You Like Seriously, Except Yourselves.