In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying.
Heaven know its time; the bullet has its billet
Success - keeping your mind awake and your desire asleep.
Nothing is more completely the child of art than a garden.
Tell that to the marines - the sailors won't believe it.
The paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.