All Wars Are Boyish, And Are Fought

Human Madness Is Oftentimes A Cunning And Most Feline Thing

But I Shall Follow The Endless, Winding Way, — The Flowing River In The Cave Of Man; Careless Whither I Be Led, Reckless Where I Land.

Is There Some Principal Of Nature Which States That We Never Know The Quality Of What We Have Until It Is Gone?

There Is Nothing Namable But That Some Men Will, Or Undertake To, Do It For Pay.

Failure Is The Test Of Greatness.