To Die Is Landing On Some Distant

Accurst Ambition, How Dearly I Have Bought You.

Even Victors Are By Victories Undone.

Seas Are The Fields Of Combat For The Winds; But When They Sweep Along Some Flowery Coast, Their Wings Move Mildly, And Their Rage Is Lost.

Love Taught Him Shame, And Shame With Love At Strife Soon Taught The Sweet Civilities Of Life.

Nothing To Build, And All Things To Destroy.