He Who Sees A Need And Waits

Conscience, That Boon Companion Who Sets A Man Free Under The Strong Breastplate Of Innocence, That Bids Him On And Fear Not.

Here Pity Only Lives When It Is Dead - Virgil

Honor Is The Greatest Poet.

Ah! Justice Of Our God! Who Else Could Stow Such Travails New And Pains As Met My Glance!

The Path To Paradise Begins In Hell.