We Die, Because We Live.

We Die, Because We Live.

None But A Good Man Is Really A Living Man, And The More Good Any Man Does, The More He Really Lives. All The Rest Is Death, Or Belongs To It.

Thou Wine Art The Friend Of The Friendless, Though A Foe To All.

At Sea A Fellow Comes Out. Salt Water Is Like Wine, In That Respect.

In Armies, Navies, Cities, Or Families, In Nature Herself, Nothing More Relaxes Good Order Than Misery.