He Who Can Live In Infamy Is

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

Ambition Becomes Displeasing When It Is Once Satiated; There Is A Reaction; And As Our Spirit, Till Our Last Sigh, Is Always Aiming Toward Some Object, It Falls Back On Itself, Having Nothing Else On Which To Rest; And Having Reached The Summit, It Longs To Descend.

He Who Despises Life Is His Life's Master.

All Great Virtues Become Great Men.

Oh Rage! Oh Despair! Oh Age, My Enemy!