Your Arm Is Unvanquished, But Not Invincible.

Be It Only For A Day, It Is Still A Glory Without Equal To Be Master Of The World Just That Day.

To Myself Alone Do I Owe My Fame. [fr., Je Ne Dois Qu'a Moi Seul Toute Ma Renommee.]

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.

Those Who Resolve To Conquer Or Die, Are Rarely Conquered.

The Greater The Effort, The Greater The Glory.