He Who Pardons Easily Invites Offense.

In Recounting Our Woes, We Often Soothe Them.

One Often Calms One's Grief By Recounting It.

Happiness Seems Made To Be Shared. [fr., Le Bonheur Semble Fait Pour Etre Partage.]

It Is Only Blood That Can Wash Away Such An Outrage; Die Or Kill.

How Much Must I Overcome Before I Triumph?