I saw a cavalry captain buy vegetable soup on horseback. He carried the whole mess home in his helmet.
Let each man exercise the art he knows.
Why, I'd like nothing better than to achieve some bold adventure, worthy of our trip.
High thoughts must have high language.
The old are in a second childhood.
Weak mortals, chained to the earth, creatures of clay as frail as the foliage of the woods, you unfortunate race, whose life is but darkness, as unreal as a shadow, the illusion of a dream.