It Is Only Blood That Can Wash

All Great Virtues Become Great Men.

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.

The Man Who Pardons Easily Courts Injury.

We Never Taste A Perfect Joy; Our Happiest Successes Are Mixed With Sadness.

Here Honor Binds Me, And I Wish To Satisfy It.