Beneath Those Stars Is A Universe Of

Nature Has Not Implanted Any Power In Man That Was Not Meant To Be Exercised At Times, Though Too Often Our Powers Have Been Abused. The Privilege, Inborn And Inalienable, That Every Man Has Of Dying Himself, And Inflicting Death Upon Another, Was Not Given To Us Without A Purpose. These Are The Last Resources Of An Insulted And Unendurable Existence.

My Means Are Sane, My Motives And My Object Mad.

The Sea Had Jeeringly Kept His Finite Body Up, But Drowned The Infinite Of His Soul.

We Cannot Live Only For Ourselves. A Thousand Fibers Connect Us With Our Fellow Men.

A True Military Officer Is In One Particular Like A True Monk. Not With More Self-abnegation Will The Latter Keep His Vows Of Monastic Obedience Than The Former His Vows Of Allegiance To Martial Duty.