War Is The Only Game In Which

No Scene Of Mortal Life But Teems With Mortal Woe.

Vacant Heart, And Hand, And Eye, Easy Live And Quiet Die.

We Build Statues Out Of Snow, And Weep To See Them Melt.

Revenge, The Sweetest Morsel To The Mouth That Ever Was Cooked In Hell.

He Is The Best Sailor Who Can Steer Within Fewest Points Of The Wind, And Exact A Motive Power Out Of The Greatest Obstacles.