A Noble Cause Doth Ease

Sweet Food Of Sweetly Uttered Knowledge.

In Victory, The Hero Seeks The Glory, Not The Prey.

A Fair Woman Shall Not Only Command Without Authority But Persuade Without Speaking.

Who Shoots At The Mid-day Sun, Though He Be So Sure He Shall Never Hit The Mark, Yet As Sure As He Is, He Shall Shoot Higher Than He Who Aims At A Bush.

The Scourge Of Life, And Death's Extreme Disgrace, The Smoke Of Hell,--that Monster Called Paine.