Failure Is The True Test Of Greatness

All Wars Are Boyish, And Are Fought By Boys, The Champions And Enthusiasts Of The State: Turbid Ardors And Vain Joys Not Barrenly Abate-- Stimulants To The Power Mature, Preparatives Of Fate.

He Says No! In Thunder; But The Devil Himself Cannot Make Him Say Yes.

As For Me, I Am Tormented With An Everlasting Itch For Things Remote. I Love To Sail Forbidden Seas, And Land On Barbarous Coasts.

I Would Prefer Not To.

Tis No Dishonor When He Who Would Dishonor You, Only Dishonors Himself.