Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
Nobody gets into heaven without a glowstick.
It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be swift is less than to be wise.
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
A glorious death is his, who for his country falls.
Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.