In Visions Of The Night, Like Dropping

In War, Truth Is The First Casualty.

Art Is Far Feebler Than Necessity.

It Is Easy When We Are In Prosperity To Give Advice To The Afflicted.

A Man Dies Not For The Many Wounds That Pierce His Breast, Unless It Be That Life's End Keep Pace With Death, Nor By Sitting On His Hearth At Home Doth He The More Escape His Appointed Doom.

Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain