If Happy I And Wretched He, Perhaps

He Who Has Mingled In The Fray Of Duty That The Brave Endure, Must Have Made Foes. If You Have None, Small Is The Work That You Have Done.

Water Is The Mother Of The Vine, The Nurse And Fountain Of Fecundity, The Adorner And Refresher Of The World.

War In Men's Eyes Shall Be A Monster Of Iniquity In The Good Time Coming. Nations Shall Not Quarrel Then, To Prove Which Is The Stronger; Nor Slaughter Men For Glory's Sake; - Wait A Little Longer.

Aid The Dawning, Tongue And Pen; Aid It, Hopes Of Honest Men!

Old Tubal Cain Was A Man Of Might In The Days When Earth Was Young.