Although I Am An Old Man, Night

Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, Or Death; - The Last, Much The Easiest To Bestow, O Guillotine!

Try Not To Associate Bodily Defect With Mental, My Good Friend, Except For A Solid Reason

Remember, To The Last, That While There Is Life There Is Hope.

When You Drink Of The Water, Don't Forget The Spring From Which It Flows.

Let The Tears Which Fell, And The Broken Words Which Were Exchanged In The Long Close Embrace Between The Orphans, Be Sacred. A Father, Sister, And Mother, Were Gained, And Lost, In That One Moment. Joy And Grief Were Mingled In The Cup; But There Were No Bitter Tears: For Even Grief Arose So Softened, And Clothed In Such Sweet And Tender Recollections, That It Became A Solemn Pleasure, And Lost All Character Of Pain.