A LamentO world! O life! O time!On whose last steps I climb,Trembling at that where I had stood before;When will return the glory of your prime?No more — Oh, never more!Out of the day and...

If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.