The Noiseless Foot Of Tune Steals Swiftly

Let Me Moderate Our Sorrows. The Grief Of A Man Should Not Exceed Proper Bounds, But Be In Proportion To The Blow He Has Received. [lat., Ponamus Nimios Gemitus: Flagrantior Aequo Non Debet Dolor Esse Viri, Nec Vulnere Major.]

There's A Lust In Man, No Charm Can Tame, Of Loudly Publishing Our Neighbor's Shame.

Nature Confesses That She Has Bestowed On The Human Race Hearts Of Softest Mould, In That She Has Given Us Tears.

Every Crime Will Bring Remorse To The Man Who Committed It

Dedicate One's Life To Truth.