I Am Master Of Myself

To Die For One's Country Is Such A Worthy Fate That All Compete For So Beautiful A Death.

Flee An Enemy Who Knows Your Weakness.

Your Arm Is Unvanquished, But Not Invincible.

Just As We Never Taste Happiness In Perfection, Our Most Fortunate Successes Are Mixed With Sadness. So Too We Never Taste Sadness Completely, As Things Could Always Be Worse In Some Way And For This We Can Be Grateful.

There Are Secret Ties, There Are Sympathies, By The Sweet Relationship Of Which Souls That Are Well Matched Attach Themselves To Each Other, And Are Affected By I Know Not What, Which Cannot Be Explained