We Must Love Men, Ere To Us

The Golden Age Is Before Us, Not Behind Us.

O, Where Is Loyalty? If It Be Banished From The Frosty Head, Where Shall It Find A Harbor In The Earth?

A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom For A Horse!

But Men May Construe Things After Their Fashion, Clean From The Purpose Of The Things Themselves.

Cease Thy Counsel, For Thy Words Fall Into My Ears As Priceless As Water Into A Seive.