Greatness Of Any Kind Has No Greater

To The Timid And Hesitating Everything Is Impossible Because It Seems So.

In The Lost Battle, Borne Down By The Flying, Where Mingles War's Rattle With Groans Of The Dying.

Chivalry!---why, Maiden, She Is The Nurse Of Pure And High Affection---the Stay Of The Oppressed, The Redresser Of Grievances, The Curb Of The Power Of The Tyrant ---nobility Were But An Empty Name Without Her, And Liberty Finds The Best Protection In Her Lance And Her Sword.

Chess Is A Sad Waste Of Brains.

Covetousness Bursts The Sack And Spills The Grain.