Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.

The soul's joy lies in doing.

All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.

Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.