There's Only One Truth About War: People

A Circulating Library In A Town Is As An Evergreen Tree Of Diabolical Knowledge.

Many A Wretch Has Rid On A Hurdle Who Has Done Less Mischief Than Utterers Of Forged Tales, Coiners Of Scandal, And Clippers Of Reputation.

I'm Called Away By Particular Business - But I Leave My Character Behind Me

I Ne'er Could Any Lustre See In Eyes That Would Not Look On Me; I Ne'er Saw Nectar On A Lip But Where My Own Did Hope To Sip.

A Life Spent Worthily Should Be Measured By A Nobler Line,-by Deeds, Not Years.