Look Back, And Smile On Perils Past.

Alas!... What Is It, Valiant Knight, Save An Offering Of Sacrifice To A Demon Of Vain Glory, And A Passing Through The Fire Of Moloch? What Remains To You As A Prize Of All The Blood You Have Spilled, Of All The Travail And Pain You Have Endured, Of All The Tears Which Your Deeds Have Caused, When Death Hath Broken The Strong Man's Spear, And Overtaken The Speed Of His War-horse?

Cats Are A Mysterious Kind Of Folk.

Faces That Have Charmed Us The Most Escape Us The Soonest.

Greatness Of Any Kind Has No Greater Foe Than A Habit Of Drinking.

Mystery Has Great Charms For Womanhood.