A Rare Spoil For A Man Is

Cowards Do Not Count In Battle; They Are There, But Not In It.

Forgive, Son; Men Are Men; They Needs Must Err.

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.

Courage Is The Gift Of Character

What Greater Grief Than The Loss Of One's Native Land.