It is the crime not the scaffold which is the disgrace.

For souls nobly born, valor doesn't await the passing of years

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

Happiness is meant to be shared.

Brave men are brave from the very first.

Death was to be my glory, but destiny has refused it.

Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead; It is a flame which sinks for lack of fuel.