Happiness Is Meant To Be Shared.

Love Lives On Hope, And Dies When Hope Is Dead; It Is A Flame Which Sinks For Lack Of Fuel.

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.

All Evils Are Equal When They Are Extreme.

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