A Brave Man Hazards Life, But Not

Joy, Thou Spark From Heav'n Immortal, Daughter Of Elysium! Drunk With Fire, Toward Heaven Advancing Goddess, To Thy Shrine We Come. Thy Sweet Magic Brings Together What Stern Custom Spreads Afar; All Men Become Brothers Where Thy Happy Wing-beats Are.

The Lemonade Is Weak, Like Your Soul.

The World Is Ruled Only By Consideration Of Advantages.

Power Is The Most Persuasive Rhetoric.

The Moor Has Done His Work, The Moor May Go.