Well, Every One Can Master A Grief

Plenty And Peace Breed Cowards; Hardness Ever Of Hardiness Is Mother.

No Particular Scandal One Can Touch But It Confounds The Breather.

This Goodly Frame, The Earth, Seems To Me A Sterile Promontory.

Love All, Trust A Few, Do Wrong To None: Be Able For Thine Enemy Rather In Power Than Use; And Keep Thy Friend Under Thy Own Life's Key: Be Check'd For Silence, But Never Tax'd For Speech.

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More; Or Close The Wall With Our English Dead.