Happiness Seems Made To Be Shared.

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

I Love You Much Less Than My God, But Much More Than Myself.

After Having Won A Scepter, Few Are So Generous As To Disdain The Pleasures Of Ruling.

He Who Does Not Fear Death Cares Naught For Threats.

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.