Let Us Be Merciful As

Thus, Seamed With Many Scars Bursting These Prison Bars, Up To Its Native Stars My Soul Ascended! There From The Flowing Bowl Deep Drinks The Warrior's Soul, Skoal! To The Northland! Skoal! Thus The Tale Ended.

No Man Is So Poor As To Have Nothing Worth Giving.

The Greatest Firmness Is The Greatest Mercy.

It Is True, That It Is Not At All Necessary To Love Many Books, In Order To Love Them Much.

Like Black Hulks The Shadows Of The Great Trees Ride At Anchor On The Billowy Sea Of Grass.