Dim With The Mist Of

War, War Is Still The Cry,-"war Even To The Knife!"

If From Society We Learn To Live, Solitude Should Teach Us How To Die.

Grief Should Be The Instructor Of The Wise; Sorrow Is Knowledge.

Well, Well, The World Must Turn Upon Its Axis, And All Mankind Turn With It, Heads Or Tails, And Live And Die, Make Love And Pay Our Taxes, And As The Veering Winds Shift, Shift Our Sails.

There Is No Instinct Like That Of The Heart.