For all have not the gift of martyrdom. >>
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to >>
Nature meant me a wife, a silly harmless household Dove, fond without >>
I feel sure that coups d'état would go much better if there were seat >>
War is the supreme drama of a completely mechanized society. >>
War begets quiet, quiet idleness, idleness disorder, disorder ruin; li >>
War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honor but an empty bubble.