What Would You Do If You Knew

The Most Consistent Men Are Not More Unlike To Others, Than They Are At Times To Themselves.

All Poets Pretend To Write For Immortality, But The Whole Tribe Have No Objection To Present Pay, And Present Praise. Lord Burleigh Is Not The Only Statesman Who Has Thought One Hundred Pounds Too Much For A Song, Though Sung By Spenser; Although Oliver Goldsmith Is The Only Poet Who Ever Considered Himself To Have Been Overpaid.

Life Is The Jailer Of The Soul In This Filthy Prison, And Its Only Deliverer Is Death.

War Kills Men, And Men Deplore The Loss; But War Also Crushes Bad Principles And Tyrants, And So Saves Societies.

Men Will Wrangle For Religion, Write For It, Fight For It, Die For It; Anything But Live For It.