My Hands Are Clean, But My Heart

The Meanest Life Is Better Than The Most Glorious Death.

None Can Hold Fortune Still And Make It Last.

No One Can Confidently Say That He Will Still Be Living Tomorrow.

Mobs In Their Emotions Are Much Like Children, Subject To The Same Tantrums And Fits Of Fury.

How Base A Thing It Is When A Man Will Struggle With Necessity! We Have To Die.