Even Weak Men When United Are Powerful.

Nothing Leads To Good That Is Not Natural.

He Cannot Complain Of A Hard Sentence, Who Is Made Master Of His Own Fate.

Revenge Is Barren Of Itself: It Is The Dreadful Food It Feeds On; Its Delight Is Murder, And Its End Is Despair.

Fate Always Wins, For Our Own Heart Within Us Imperiously Furthers Its Designs.

For The World Is Only Governed By Self-interest.