Every man of courage is a man of his word.

Love is a tyrant sparing none.

To die for one's country is such a worthy fate that all compete for so beautiful a death.

These flattering mirrors reflect imperfectly what is within; the countenance is often a gay deceiver. What defects of mind lie hidden under its beauty! What fair exteriors conceal base souls!

How sweet to die after one's enemies.

It is an imprudence common to kings to listen to too much advice and to err in their choice.

He who forgives readily only invites offense.