Go Let Thy Less Than Woman's Hand

Tis Not On Youth's Smooth Cheek The Blush Alone, Which Fades So Fast, But The Tender Bloom Of Heart Is Gone, Ere Youth Itself Be Past.

It Is When We Think We Lead That We Are Most Led.

The Art Of Angling, The Cruelest, The Coldest And The Stupidest Of Pretended Sports.

I Am No Platonist, I Am Nothing At All; But I Would Sooner Be A Paulician, Manichean, Spinozist, Gentile, Pyrrhonian, Zoroastrian, Than One Of The Seventy-two Villainous Sects Who Are Tearing Each Other To Pieces For The Love Of The Lord And Hatred Of Each Other.

The Truly Brave Are Soft Of Heart And Eyes, And Feel For What Their Duty Bids Them Do.