It Is Cruelty In War That Buyeth

There Is No Man Suddenly Either Excellently Good Or Extremely Evil, But Grows Either As He Holds Himself Up In Virtue Or Lets Himself Slide To Viciousness.

The Day Seems Long, But Night Is Odious; No Sleep, But Dreams; No Dreams But Visions Strange.

...the Poet, He Nothing Affirmeth, And Therefore Never Lieth.

Every Base Occupation Makes One Sharp In Its Practice, And Dull In Every Other.

He Travels Safe And Not Unpleasantly Who Is Guarded By Poverty And Guided By Love.