I Could Write For Hours On The

I Wrote My Will Across The Sky, In Stars

He Was Old And Wise, Which Meant Tired And Disappointed.

Half A Calamity Is Better Than A Whole One.

To Me An Unnecessary Action, Or Shot, Or Casualty, Was Not Only Waste But Sin.

It Seemed That Rebellion Must Have An Unassailable Base, Something Guarded Not Merely From Attack, But From The Fear Of It: Such A Base As We Had In The Red Sea Parts, The Desert, Or In The Minds Of The Men We Converted To Our Creed.