No cigar-smoker ever committed suicide. - William Maginn

In literature and in love we generally begin in bad taste.

A band of gallant souls, who knew </br> The olive wood, the mountain blue, </br> The ration rum, the biscuit black, </br> The long bleak road, the bivouac, </br> The cannon's thunder, and the bays </br> That wave o'er glorious victories, </br> Better than city's midnight dress, </br> Her luxuries, and gaudiness.

The wight can tell </br> A melancholy and a merry tale </br> Of field, and fight, and chief, and lady gay.