The Crime And Not The Scaffold Makes

He Who Can Live In Infamy Is Unworthy Of Life.

He Who Allows Himself To Be Insulted Deserves To Be.

There Are Secret Ties, There Are Sympathies, By The Sweet Relationship Of Which Souls That Are Well Matched Attach Themselves To Each Other, And Are Affected By I Know Not What, Which Cannot Be Explained

He Who Has Resolved To Conquer Or Die Is Seldom Conquered; Such Noble Despair Perishes With Difficulty.

One Is Often Guilty By Being Too Just.