All wars are boyish, and are fought by boys.
Youth is immortal; Tis the elderly only grow old!
In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will never weary?
Amity itself can only be maintained by reciprocal respect, and true friends are punctilious equals.
I'll try a pagan friend, thought I, since Christian kindness has proved but hollow courtesy.
A true military officer is in one particular like a true monk. Not with more self-abnegation will the latter keep his vows of monastic obedience than the former his vows of allegiance to martial duty.