Sir, What Does It Matter

The Man Who Pardons Easily Courts Injury.

In Recounting Our Woes, We Often Soothe Them.

I Am Young, It Is True; But In Noble Souls Valor Does Not Wait For Years.

Your Arm Is Unvanquished, But Not Invincible.

We Never Taste A Perfect Joy; Our Happiest Successes Are Mixed With Sadness.