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Decent insincerity Discreet play with her eyelids in our encounters Excellent is pride; but oh! be sure of its foundations I do not defend myself ever Nations at war are wild beasts Only true race, properly so called, out of India—German Some so-called laws of honour They are little ironical laughter—Accidents War is only an exaggerated form of duelling Winter mornings are divine. They move on noiselessly