How Sweet To Die After One's Enemies.

It Is The Guilt, Not The Scaffold, Which Constitutes The Shame.

The Manner Of Giving Is Worth More Than The Gift.

I Can Be Forced To Live Without Happiness, But I Will Never Consent To Live Without Honor.

One Often Calms One's Grief By Recounting It.

I Have Deserved Neither So Much Honor Or So Much Disgrace.