What Destroys One Man Preserves Another.

One Often Calms One's Grief By Recounting It.

One Half Of My Life Has Put The Other Half In The Grave.

One Ought To Have A Good Memory When He Has Told A Lie

I Love You Much Less Than My God, But Much More Than Myself.

Liberty May Be Of No More Use Than Stirring Up The Flame Of Civil Wars; Then, By Disorder Fatal To The World, One Wants No King, The Other Wants No Equal.