Slaves Would Be Tyrants Were The Chance

Progress Is Not Accomplished In One Stage.

People Weighed Down With Troubles Do Not Look Back; They Know Only Too Well That Misfortune Stalks Them.

At The Shrine Of Friendship Never Say Die, Let The Wine Of Friendship Never Run Dry

Fame Must Have Enemies, As Light Must Have Gnats.

There Is Always More Misery Among The Lower Classes Than There Is Humanity In The Higher.