Music, I Say, The Most Divine Striker

Ring Out Your Bells! Let Mourning Show Be Spread! For Love Is Dead.

It Is Cruelty In War That Buyeth Conquest.

As In Labor, The More One Doth Exercise, The More One Is Enabled To Do, Strength Growing Upon Work; So With The Use Of Suffering, Men's Minds Get The Habit Of Suffering, And All Fears And Terrors Are Not To Them But As A Summons To Battle, Whereof They Know Beforehand They Shall Come Off Victorious.

Happiness Is A Sunbeam, Which May Pass Though A Thousand Bosoms Without Losing A Particle Of Its Original Ray.

There Is Nothing So Great That I Fear To Do It For My Friend; Nothing So Small That I Will Disdain To Do It For Him.