With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others'

Once To Die Is Better Than Length Of Days In Sorrow Without End.

In Few Men Is It Part Of Nature To Respect A Friend's Prosperity Without Begrudging Him.

Ye Waves That O'er Th' Interminable Ocean Wreathe Your Crisped Smiles.

Alas For The Affairs Of Men! When They Are Fortunate You Might Compare Them To A Shadow; And If They Are Unfortunate, A Wet Sponge With One Dash Wipes The Picture Away.

In War The First Casualty Is The Truth.