Every Shot That Kills Ricochets.

Ah, Lady, When I Gave My Heart To Thee, It Passed Into Thy Lifelong Regency.

It Is Not The Broken Heart That Kills, But Broken Pride, Monseigneur.

Every Shot That Kills Ricochets.

It Must Be Remembered That The Sea Is A Great Breeder Of Friendship. Two Men Who Have Known Each Other For Twenty Years Find That Twenty Days At Sea Bring Them Nearer Than Ever They Were Before, Or Else Estrange Them.

Love Knows Not Distance; It Hath No Continent; Its Eyes Are For The Stars, Its Feet For The Swords; It Continueth, Though An Army Lay Waste The Pasture; It Comforteth When There Are No Medicines; It Hath The Relish Of Manna; And By It Do Men Live In The Desert.