No One Is Happy All His Life

Dishonor Will Not Trouble Me, Once I Am Dead.

When Roused To Rage The Maddening Populace Storms, Their Fury, Like A Rolling Flame, Bursts Forth Unquenchable; But Give Its Violence Ways, It Spends Itself, And As Its Force Abates, Learns To Obey And Yields It To Your Will.

O Virtue, I Have Followed You Through Life, And Find You At Last But A Shade.

Reason Can Wrestle And Overthrow Terror.

Courage Is The Gift Of Character