Ye Waves That O'er Th' Interminable Ocean

Only When A Man's Life Comes To Its End In Prosperity Dare We Pronounce Him Happy.

In War The First Casualty Is The Truth.

For The Poison Of Hatred Seated Near The Heart Doubles The Burden For The One Who Suffers The Disease; He Is Burdened With His Own Sorrow, And Groans On Seeing Another's Happiness.

You Shall Learn, Though Late, The Lesson Of How To Be Discreet.

In War, Truth Is The First Casualty.