Happiness Is Brief. It Will Not Stay.

I Love The Old Way Best, The Simple Way Of Poison, Where We Too Are Strong As Men.

Of Mortals There Is No One Who Is Happy. If Wealth Flows In Upon One, One May Be Perhaps Luckier Than One's Neighbor, But Still Not Happy.

Let No One Think Of Me That I Am Humble Or Weak Or Passive; Let Them Understand I Am Of A Different Kind: Dangerous To My Enemies, Loyal To My Friends. To Such A Life Glory Belongs.

Who Dares Not Speak His Free Thoughts Is A Slave.

When Good Men Die Their Goodness Does Not Perish.