What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner at a funeral.
Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain.
We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage.
Truly there is a tide in the affairs of men; but there is no gulf-stream setting forever in one direction.
Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide.
Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us.