Fear Hurries On My Tongue Through Want

Ares Ever Loves To Pluck All The Fairest Flower Of An Armed Host.

There Is No Sickness Worse For Me Than Words That To Be Kind Must Lie.

When A Tongue Fails To Send Forth Appropriate Shafts, There Might Be A Word To Act As Healer Of These.

Necessity Is Stronger Far Than Art.

The Laws Of A State Change With The Changing Times.