The People You Killed Seem To Be

To Die For One's Country Is Such A Worthy Fate That All Compete For So Beautiful A Death.

Alas, I Emerge From One Disaster To Fall Into A Worse.

When A Woman Has The Gift Of Silence She Possesses A Quality Above The Vulgar. It Is A Gift Of Heaven Seldom Bestowed; Without A Little Miracle It Cannot Be Accomplished; And Nature Suffers Violence When Heaven Puts A Woman In The Humor Of Observing Silence.

Have Others Fear You, And I Will Have No Fear.

In Recounting Our Woes, We Often Soothe Them.