Let The Soldier Yield To The Civilian.

I Never Heard Of An Old Man Forgetting Where He Had Buried His Money. Old People Remember What Interests Them: The Dates Fixed For Their Lawsuits, And The Names Of Their Debtors And Creditors.

The Only Excuse For War Is That We May Live In Peace Unharmed.

This, Therefore, Is A Law Not Found In Books, But Written On The Fleshly Tablets Of The Heart, Which We Have Not Learned From Man, Received Or Read, But Which We Have Caught Up From Nature Herself, Sucked In And Imbibed; The Knowledge Of Which We Were Not Taught, But For Which We Were Made; We Received It Not By Education, But By Intuition.

The Cultivation Of The Mind Is A Kind Of Food Supplied For The Soul Of Man.

The Countenance Is The Portrait Of The Soul, And The Eyes Mark Its Intentions.