The crime and not the scaffold makes the shame..

In recounting our woes, we often soothe them..

They who overcome their desires once can overcome them always..

The manner of giving is worth more than the gift..

Time is a great manager: it arranges things well..

I would tell you I love you, Sir, if I knew what it was to love..

Just vengeance does not call for punishment..

When obedience is so impious, revolt is a necessity..

Those who resolve to conquer or die, are rarely conquered..

Treachery is noble when aimed at tyranny..

The greater the effort, the greater the glory..

He who can live in infamy is unworthy of life..

A monarch must sometimes rule even himself: he who wants everything must risk very little..

As great as kings may be, they are what we are: they can err like other men..

Do your duty and leave the rest to heaven..

The fire which seems extinguished often slumbers beneath the ashes..

One is often guilty by being too just..

As our self-interests differ, so do our feelings..

Self-love is the source of all our other loves..

Patience and time conquer all things..

One often calms one's grief by recounting it..