God Help Us For We Knew The

Literature Is A Splendid Mistress, But A Bad Wife.

Ye May Kill For Yourselves, And Your Mates, And Your Cubs As They Need, And Ye Can; But Kill Not For Pleasure Of Killing, And Seven Times Never Kill Man!

One Learns More From A Good Scholar In A Rage Than From A Score Of Lucid And Laborious Drudges.

We Are The Opening Verse Of The Opening Page Of The Chapter Of Endless Possibilities.

If You Can Meet With Triumph And Disaster And Treat Those Two Impostors Just The Same.