Even Victors Are By Victories Undone.

There Is A Proud Modesty In Merit.

Dead Men Tell No Tales.

Ye Moon And Stars, Bear Witness To The Truth.

Seas Are The Fields Of Combat For The Winds; But When They Sweep Along Some Flowery Coast, Their Wings Move Mildly, And Their Rage Is Lost.

Fame Then Was Cheap, And The First Comer Sped; And They Have Kept It Since By Being Dead.