Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet, and mean, I kick your head.
Courage was mine, and I had mystery, Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery: To miss the march of this retreating world Into vain citadels that are not walled.
Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.
These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.
Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do