Troubles Are Like Babies - They Only

Quality, Not Quantity, Is My Measure.

If Slander Be A Snake, It Is A Winged One - It Flies As Well As Creeps.

Love The Sea? I Dote Upon It--from The Beach.

I Never Hear The Rattling Of Dice That It Does Not Sound To Me Like The Funeral Bell Of The Whole Family.

What A Fine-looking Thing Is War! Yet, Dress It As We May, Dress And Feather It, Daub It With Gold, Huzza It, And Sing Swaggering Songs About It,--what Is It, Nine Times Out Of Ten, But Murder In Uniform!