Disgrace Does Not Consist In The Punishment,

A Conquering King Will Banish From His Breast Hatred Towards One Whom He No Longer Fears.

Joy Surfeited Turns To Sorrow.

To Err Is Human; But Contrition Felt For The Crime Distinguishes The Virtuous From The Wicked.

There Is A Silence, The Child Of Love, Which Expresses Everything, And Proclaims More Loudly Than The Tongue Is Able To Do; There Are Movements That Are Involuntary Proofs Of What The Soul Feels.

Ofttimes The Test Of Courage Becomes Rather To Live Than To Die.