Heaven Know Its Time; The Bullet Has

What I Have To Say Is Far More Important Than How Long My Eyelashes Are.

Come Forth, Old Man,--thy Daughter's Side Is Now The Fitting Place For Thee: When Time Has Quell'd The Oak's Bold Pride, The Youthful Tendril Yet May Hide, The Ruins Of The Parent Tree.

Greatness Of Any Kind Has No Greater Foe Than A Habit Of Drinking.

Soldier, Rest! Thy Warfare O'er, Sleep The Sleep That Knows Not Breaking, Dream Of Battled Fields No More. Days Of Danger, Nights Of Waking.

Revenge, The Sweetest Morsel To The Mouth That Ever Was Cooked In Hell.