Your Virtue Raises Your Glory Above Your

He Who Does Not Fear Death Cares Naught For Threats.

It Is A Law, Of The Gods Which Is Never Broken, To Sell Somewhat Dearly The Great Benefits Which They Confer On Us.

Liberty May Be Of No More Use Than Stirring Up The Flame Of Civil Wars; Then, By Disorder Fatal To The World, One Wants No King, The Other Wants No Equal.

Let Us Attend To The Present, And As To The Future We Shall Know How To Manage When The Occasion Arrives.

My Sweetest Hope Is To Lose Hope