We Love Peace, As We Abhor Pusillanimity;

That Man Is Thought A Dangerous Knave, Or Zealot Plotting Crime, Who For Advancement Of His Kind Is Wiser Than His Time.

Dogmation Is Puppyism Come To Its Full Growth.

What A Fine-looking Thing Is War! Yet, Dress It As We May, Dress And Feather It, Daub It With Gold, Huzza It, And Sing Swaggering Songs About It,--what Is It, Nine Times Out Of Ten, But Murder In Uniform!

Habitual Intoxication Is The Epitome Of Every Crime.

Malice Blunts The Point Of Wit.