Let The Soldier Yield To

Nor Do I Regret That I Have Lived, Since I Have So Lived That I Think I Was Not Born In Vain, And I Quit Life As If It Were An Inn, Not A Home.

The Injuries That Befall Us Unexpectedly Are Less Severe Than Those Which Are Deliberately Anticipated.

The Best Armour Of Old Age Is A Well Spent Life Preceding It; A Life Employed In The Pursuit Of Useful Knowledge, In Honourable Actions And The Practice Of Virtue; In Which He Who Labours To Improve Himself From His Youth, Will In Age Reap The Happiest Fruits Of Them; Not Only Because These Never Leave A Man, Not Even In The Extremest Old Age; But Because A Conscience Bearing Witness That Our Life Was Well-spent, Together With The Remembrance Of Past Good Actions, Yields An Unspeakable Comfort To The Soul

Opinionum Enim Commenta Delet Dies; Naturæ Judicia Confirmat. Time Destroys The Groundless Conceits Of Men; It Confirms Decisions Founded On Reality.

The Memory Of Past Troubles Is Pleasant. [lat., Jucunda Memoria Est Praeteritorum Malorum.]