The Chance Of War Is

That Is The Gods' Work, Spinning Threads Of Death Through The Lives Of Mortal Men, An All To Make A Song For Those To Come.

Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When The Evil Shall Be Done And Shall Admit No Cure.

Without Question It May Be Said Of Vancouver That Her Position, Geographically, Is Imperial To A Degree, That Her Possibilities Are Enormous, And That With But A Feeble Stretch Of The Imagination Those Possibilities Might Wisely Be Deemed Certainties.

Do Not Mourn The Dead With The Belly.

As Leaves On The Trees, Such Is The Life Of Man.