I Came, Saw, And Overcame.

Infirm Of Purpose! Give Me The Daggers: The Sleeping And The Dead Are But As Pictures: ‘tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears A Painted Devil

Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue.

The Miserable Have No Other Medicine But Only Hope.

Th Abuse Of Greatness Is When It Disjoins Remorse From Power.

Let The Sap Of Reason Quench The Fire Of Passion.