A Good Memory Is Needed After One

Rome Is No Longer In Rome, It Is Here Where I Am.

It Is Only Blood That Can Wash Away Such An Outrage; Die Or Kill.

One Often Calms One's Grief By Recounting It.

He Who Despises Life Is His Life's Master.

Ambition Becomes Displeasing When It Is Once Satiated; There Is A Reaction; And As Our Spirit, Till Our Last Sigh, Is Always Aiming Toward Some Object, It Falls Back On Itself, Having Nothing Else On Which To Rest; And Having Reached The Summit, It Longs To Descend.