As Long As The Arabs Fight Tribe

I Loved You, So I Drew These Tides Of Men Into My Hands/and Wrote My Will Across The Sky In Stars

All The Revision In The World Will Not Save A Bad First Draft: For The Architecture Of The Thing Comes, Or Fails To Come, In The First Conception, And Revision Only Affects The Detail And Ornament, Alas!

Many Men Would Take The Death-sentence Without A Whimper, To Escape The Life-sentence Which Fate Carries In Her Other Hand.

Mankind Has Had Ten-thousand Years Of Experience At Fighting And If We Must Fight, We Have No Excuse For Not Fighting Well.

There Is An Ideal Standard Somewhere And Only That Matters And I Cannot Find It. Hence The Aimlessness.