No Scene Of Mortal Life But Teems

One Hour Of Life, Crowded To The Full With Glorious Action, And Filled With Noble Risks, Is Worth Whole Years Of Those Mean Observances Of Paltry Decorum, In Which Men Steal Through Existence, Like Sluggish Waters Through A Marsh, Without Either Honor Or Observation.

True Love's The Gift Which God Has Given To Man Alone Beneath The Heaven.

Love Will Subsist On Wonderfully Little Hope But Not Altogether Without It.

There Is A Southern Proverb - Fine Words Butter No Parsnips.

Although Too Much Of A Soldier Among Sovereigns, No One Could Claim With Better Right To Be A Sovereign Among Soldiers.