Give Me A Condor's Quill! Give Me

The Navy Is The Asylum For The Perverse, The Home Of The Unfortunate. Here The Sons Of Adversity Meet The Children Of Calamity, And Here The Children Of Calamity Meet The Offspring Of Sin.

All Wars Are Boyish, And Are Fought By Boys.

Of The Quaking Recruit, Three Pitched Battles Make A Grim Grenadier; And He Who Shrank From The Muzzle Of A Cannon, Is Now Ready To Yield His Mustache For A Sponge.

The Terrors Of Truth And Dart Of Death To Faith Alike Are Vain.

I Am, As I Am; Whether Hideous, Or Handsome, Depends Upon Who Is Made Judge.