Those who, like the beasts, have no such Hope, pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.

When I begin to eliminate from the list all those professions which are impossible from a financial point of view and then those which I feel disinclined to-it leaves nothing

Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.

I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical analysis, or a physical law

Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do

Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.

The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.