Death Was To Be My Glory, But

Be It Only For A Day, It Is Still A Glory Without Equal To Be Master Of The World Just That Day.

Oh, How Sweet It Is To Pity The Fate Of An Enemy Who Can No Longer Threaten Us!

As Great As Kings May Be, They Are What We Are: They Can Err Like Other Men.

It Is Hard To Hate What One Has Loved, And A Half-extinguished Fire Is Soon Relit.

It Matters More How One Gives Than What One Gives