I Have No Interest At All In

There Is No Greater Fame For A Man Than That Which He Wins With His Footwork Or The Skill Of His Hands.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End So Voluble A Weapon Is The Tongue; Wounded, We Wound; And Neither Side Can Fail For Every Man Has Equal Strength To Rail.

Still, We Will Let All This Be A Thing Of The Past, Though It Hurts Us, And Beat Down By Constraint The Anger That Rises Inside Us. Now I Am Making An End Of My Anger. It Does Not Become Me, Unrelentingly To Rage On

Be Strong, Saith My Heart; I Am A Soldier; I Have Seen Worse Sights Than This.

To Have A Great Man For An Intimate Friend Seems Pleasant To Those Who Have Never Tried It; Those Who Have, Fear It.