War, War Is Still The Cry,-"war Even

Still From The Fount Of Joy's Delicious Springs Some Bitter O'er The Flowers Its Bubbling Venom Flings.

It Is When We Think We Lead That We Are Most Led.

Adversity Is The First Path To Truth.

A Little Still She Strove, And Much Repented, And Whispering “i Will Ne'er Consent”—consented.

All Human History Attests That Happiness For Man, - The Hungry Sinner! - Since Eve Ate Apples, Much Depends On Dinner. ~lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto Xiii, Stanza 99