In The World's Broad Field Of Battle,

Great Is The Art Of Beginning, But Greater Is The Art Of Ending.

No Action, Whether Foul Or Fair, Is Ever Done, But It Leaves Somewhere A Record, Written By Fingers Ghostly, As A Blessing Or A Curse, And Mostly In The Greater Weakness Or Greater Strength Of The Acts Which Follow It.

The Men That Women Marry, And Why They Marry Them, Will Always Be A Marvel And A Mystery To The World.

So Nature Deals With Us, And Takes Away Our Playthings One By One, And By The Hand Leads Us To Rest.

If A Woman Shows Too Often The Medusa's Head, She Must Not Be Astonished If Her Lover Is Turned Into Stone.