But How Cool, How Quiet Is True

While All The Pomp And Circumstance Of War Animated Others, It Only Saddened Me; And All Of Past Reflection, All Of Future Dread, Made The Whole Grandeur Of The Martial Scene, And All The Delusive Seduction Of Martial Music, Fill My Eyes Frequently With Tears.

Can Any Thing, My Good Sir, Be More Painful To A Friendly Mind Than A Necessity Of Communicating Disagreeable Intelligence? Indeed, It Is Sometimes Difficult To Determine, Whether The Relater Or The Receiver Of Evil Tidings Is Most To Be Pitied.

There Is Something In Age That Ever, Even In Its Own Despite, Must Be Venerable, Must Create Respect And To Have It Ill Treated, Is To Me Worse, More Cruel And Wicked Than Anything On Earth

But Authors Before They Write Should Read.

Childhood Is Never Troubled With Foresight.