We Moralize Among Ruins.

I Will Not Go Down To Posterity Talking Bad Grammar.

Those Who Cannot Themselves Observe Can At Least Acquire The Observation Of Others.

O Music! Miraculous Art! A Blast Of Thy Trumpet And Millions Rush Forward To Die; A Peal Of Thy Organ And Uncounted Nations Sink Down To Pray.

He Was One Of These Men Who Think That The World Can Be Saved By Writing A Pamphlet.

The Expected Always Happens