Still More Labyrinthine Buds The

What So Wild As Words Are?

In This World, Who Can Do A Thing, Will Not; And Who Would Do It, Cannot, I Perceive: Yet The Will's Somewhat — Somewhat, Too, The Power — And Thus We Half-men Struggle.

There Is Nothing So Unpardonable As To Consent To A Senseless, Aimless, Purposeless Life.

When The Liquor's Out, Why Clink The Cannikin?

He Who Did Well In War Just Earns The Right, To Begin Doing Well In Peace.