What voice did on my spirit fall, Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost? 'Tis better to have fought and lost That never to have fought at all!

Where lies the land, to which the ship would go?
Far, far ahead is all, her seamen know.
And where the land she travels from?
Away, far far behind, is all that they can say.

This world is very odd we see, We do not comprehend it; But in one fact we all agree, God won't, and we can't mend it

The highest political buzz word is not liberty, equality, fraternity or solidarity; it is service.

Whither depart the souls of the brave that die in the battle, Die in the lost, lost fight, for the cause that perishes with them?

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars.