Moral wounds have this peculiarity - they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open in the heart.

All for one and one for all, united we stand divided we fall.

On what slender threads do life and fortune hang.

Your bitter memories still have time to turn into sweet ones.

I do not cling to life sufficiently to fear death.

Moral wounds have this peculiarity - they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open in the heart.

Truly generous men are always ready to become sympathetic when their enemy’s misfortune surpasses the limits of their hatred.