Let this be your wall of brass, to have nothing on your conscience, no guilt to make you turn pale.
Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.
The hour of happiness will be the more welcome, the less it was expected.
Only a stomach that rarely feels hungry scorns common things.
Sweet and glorious it is to die for our country.
Force without reason falls of its own weight.