And By His Smile, I Knew That

The Old Lie:dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori.

These Men Are Worth Your Tears. You Are Not Worth Their Merriment.

I Don't Ask Myself, Is The Life Congenial To Me? But, Am I Fitted For, Am I Called To, The Ministry?

The Pallor Of Girls' Brows Shall Be Their Pall; Their Flowers The Tenderness Of Patient Minds, And Each Slow Dusk A Drawing-down Of Blinds.

Ambition May Be Defined As The Willingness To Receive Any Number Of Hits On The Nose.