I Have Great Hopes That We Shall

No Ear Can Hear Nor Tongue Can Tell The Tortures Of The Inward Hell!

Earth! Render Back From Out Thy Breast A Remnant Of Our Spartan Dead! Of The Three Hundred Grant But Three, To Make A New Thermopylæ!

It Is The Lava Of The Imagination Whose Eruption Prevents An Earthquake.

Though I Love My Country, I Do Not Love My Countrymen.

What Want These Outlaws Conquerors Should Have But History's Purchased Page To Call Them Great?