Who would not rather flounder in the fight than not have known the glory of the fray?
There is no sorrow like a love denied nor any joy like love that has its will.
The wealth of nations is men, not silk and cotton and gold.
I am fevered with the sunset, I am fretful with the bay, for the wander-thirst is on me and my soul is in cathay.
For 't is always fair weather when good fellows get together with a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear.
