Bite On The Bullet, Old Man, And

Nations Have Passed Away And Left No Traces, And History Gives The Naked Cause Of It - One Single Simple Reason In All Cases; They Fell Because Their Peoples Were Not Fit.

I Keep Six Honest Serving Men.

For The Strength Of The Pack Is The Wolf, And The Strength Of The Wolf Is The Pack.

A Woman Is Only A Woman, But A Good Cigar Is A Smoke.

When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted And The Tubes Are Twisted And Dried, When The Oldest Colours Have Faded, And The Youngest Critic Has Died, We Shall Rest, And, Faith, We Shall Need It Lie Down For An Aeon Or Two, Till The Master Of All Good Workmen Shall Put Us To Work Anew!