We Are Born Poets. We

Wars, Therefore, Are To Be Undertaken For This End, That We May Live In Peace, Without Being Injured; But When We Obtain The Victory, We Must Preserve Those Enemies Who Behaved Without Cruelty Or Inhumanity During The War.

Who Can Love The Man He Fears. Or By Who He Thinks He Is Himself Feared?

To Freemen, Threats Are Impotent. [lat., Nulla Enim Minantis Auctoritas Apud Liberos Est.]

I Cheerfully Quit From Life As If It Were An Inn, Not A Home; For Nature Has Given Us A Hostelry In Which To Sojourn, Not To Abide.

Who Doesn't Know That The First Law Of History Is Not To Dare To Say Anything False, And The Second Is Not To Refrain From Saying Anything True?