Give Up All Hope Of Peace So

One Path Alone Leads To A Life Of Peace. The Path Of Virtue.

Give Up All Hope Of Peace So Long As Your Mother-in-law Is Alive.

When Your Armour Is On, It Is Too Late To Retreat.

Nature Confesses That She Has Bestowed On The Human Race Hearts Of Softest Mould, In That She Has Given Us Tears.

Let Me Moderate Our Sorrows. The Grief Of A Man Should Not Exceed Proper Bounds, But Be In Proportion To The Blow He Has Received. [lat., Ponamus Nimios Gemitus: Flagrantior Aequo Non Debet Dolor Esse Viri, Nec Vulnere Major.]