All Evils Are Equal When They Are

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

He Who Fears Not Death Fears Not A Threat.

The Man Who Pardons Easily Courts Injury.

Ambition Becomes Displeasing When It Is Once Satiated; There Is A Reaction; And As Our Spirit, Till Our Last Sigh, Is Always Aiming Toward Some Object, It Falls Back On Itself, Having Nothing Else On Which To Rest; And Having Reached The Summit, It Longs To Descend.

Oh Rage! Oh Despair! Oh Age, My Enemy!