To He Who Avenges A Father, Nothing

One Often Calms One's Grief By Recounting It.

It Is The Crime Not The Scaffold Which Is The Disgrace.

I Can Be Forced To Live Without Happiness, But I Will Never Consent To Live Without Honor.

It Is Hard To Hate What One Has Loved, And A Half-extinguished Fire Is Soon Relit.

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