Nature, like a true poet, abhors abrupt transitions.
The men of action are, after all, only the unconscious instruments of the men of thought.
Music played at weddings always reminds me of the music played for soldiers before they go into battle.
Pretty women without religion are like flowers without perfume.
Ask me not what I have, but what I am.
Terrible as is war, it yet displays the spiritual grandeur of man daring to defy his mightiest hereditary enemy--death.