In The Faint Moonlight, The Grass Is

Every Moment Is A Fresh Beginning.

War Is Not A Life: It Is A Situation, One Which May Neither Be Ignored Nor Accepted.

The Chief Danger About Paris Is That It Is Such A Strong Stimulant.

No! I Am Not Prince Hamlet, Nor Was Meant To Be; Am An Attendant Lord, One That Will Do To Swell A Progress, Start A Scene Or Two, Advise The Prince; No Doubt, An Easy Tool, Deferential, Glad To Be Of Use, Politic, Cautious, And Meticulous; Full Of High Sentence, But A Bit Obtuse; At Times, Indeed, Almost Ridiculous— Almost, At Times, The Fool.

No Poet, No Artist Of Any Art, Has His Complete Meaning Alone.