Books Console Us, Calm Us, Prepare Us,

My Poems Please The Brave: My Poems, Short And Sincere, Have The Force Of Steel Which Forges Swords.

The Brave Forget. It Is Those Who Fought Less Bravely, Or Those Who Fought Without Justice And Live In Fear Of Their Victory, Who Forget The Least.

There Is Happiness In Duty, Although It May Not Seem So.

My Poems Are Like A Dagger Sprouting Flowers From The Hilt; My Poetry Is Like A Fountain Sprinkling Streams Of Coral Water.

Talent Is A Gift That Brings With It An Obligation To Serve The World, And Not Ourselves, For It Is Not Of Our Making.