War Is A Series Of Catastrophes Which

The Power Of A Free People Is Often At The Disposal Of A Single And Seemingly An Unimportant Individual; A Terrible And Truthful Power; For Such A People Feel With One Heart, And Therefore Can Lift Up Their Myriad Arms For A Single Blow. And, Again, There Is No Graduated Scale For The Measurement Of The Influences Of Different Intellects Upon The Popular Mind. Peter The Hermit Held No Office, Yet What A Work He Wrought!

The Universe Should Be Deemed An Immense Being, Always Living, Always Moved And Always Moving In An Eternal Activity Inherent In Itself, And Which, Subordinate To No Foreign Cause, Is Communicated To All Its Parts, Connects Them Together, And Makes The World Of Things A Complete And Perfect Whole.

Work Only Can Keep Even Kings Respectable.

War Is A Series Of Catastrophes Which Result In Victory.

Let Us Drink Together, Fellows, As We Did In Days Of Yore. And Still Enjoy The Golden Hours That Fortune Has In Store; The Absent Friends Remembered Be, In All That’s Sung Or Said, And Love Immortal Consecrate The Memory Of The Dead.