Tis Beauty, So To Speak, Nor Good

If You Can Keep Your Wits About You While All Others Are Losing Theirs, And Blaming You. The World Will Be Yours And Everything In It, What's More, You'll Be A Man, My Son.

Take Everything You Like Seriously, Except Yourselves.

O It's Tommy This, And Tommy That, And Tommy 'ow's Your Soul/but It's Thin Red Line Of Heroes When The Drums Begin To Roll.

Small Miseries, Like Small Debts, Hit Us In So Many Places, And Meet Us At So Many Turns And Corners, That What They Want In Weight, They Make Up In Number, And Render It Less Hazardous To Stand The Fire Of One Cannon Ball, Than A Volley Composed Of Such A Shower Of Bullets.

There Aren't Twelve-hundred People In The World Who Understand Pictures. The Others Pretend And Don't Care.