The glory of the king of all the kings.
You with the golden power on your brows,
You kings, I think you know not what you are.
First you shall learn yourselves: for neither light
Understandeth itself, nor darkness light.
Lascelles Abercrombie
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
Robert Frost
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.