The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet, and mean, I kick your head.
I am only conscious of any satisfaction in Scientific Reading or thinking when it rounds off into a poetical generality and vagueness.
Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland.
All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.
The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.