One Often Calms One's Grief By Recounting

He Who Has Resolved To Conquer Or Die Is Seldom Conquered; Such Noble Despair Perishes With Difficulty.

We Never Taste A Perfect Joy; Our Happiest Successes Are Mixed With Sadness.

It Is A Crime Against The State To Be Powerful Enough To Commit One.

One Doesn't Wish To See Those To Whom One Owes So Much.

Here Honor Binds Me, And I Wish To Satisfy It.