Heaven Grant Us Patience With

Gentleman-rankers Out On The Spree, Damned From Here To Eternity.

Cities And Thrones And Powers Stand In Time's Eye, Almost As Long As Flowers, Which Daily Die

If You Hit A Pony Over The Nose At The Outset Of Your Acquaintance, He May Not Love You But He Will Take A Deep Interest In Your Movements Ever Afterwards

Heaven Grant Us Patience With A Man In Love.

A Man Can Never Have Too Much Red Wine, Too Many Books, Or Too Much Ammunition