I Desire No Future That Will Break

I Would Not Creep Along The Coast But Steer Out In Mid-sea, By Guidance Of The Stars.

Letter-writing I Imagine Is Counted As 'work' From Which You Must Abstain, And I Scribble This Letter Simply From The Self-satisfied Notion That You Will Like To Hear From Me. You See, I Have Asked No Questions, Which Are The Torture-screws Of Correspondence. Hence You Have Nothing To Answer.

Saints And Martyrs Had Never Interested Maggie So Much As Sages And Poets.

Mankind Is Not Disposed To Look Narrowly Into The Conduct Of Great Victors When Their Victory Is On The Right Side.

Oh, Child, Men's Men: Gentle Or Simple, They're Much Of A Muchness.