An Undying Hatred, And A Wound Never

A Lucky Man Is Rarer Than A White Crow.

Fond Man! Though All The Heroes Of Your Line Bedeck Your Halls, And Round Your Galleries Shine In Proud Display; Yet Take This Truth From Me-- Virtue Alone Is True Nobility!

Those Who Do Not Wish To Kill Any One, Wish They Had The Power. [lat., Et Qui Nolunt Occidere Quemquam Posse Volunt.]

The Thirst For Fame Is Much Greater Than That For Virtue; For Who Would Embrace Virtue Itself If You Take Away Its Rewards? [lat., Tanto Major Famae Sitis Est Quam Virtutis: Quis Enim Virtutem Amplectitur Ipsam Praemia Se Tollas.]

Many Commit The Same Crimes With A Very Different Result. One Bears A Cross For His Crime; Another A Crown.