Brave hearts do not back down back off.
Goodbye to the sun that shines for me no longer.
It is best not to have been born at all: but, if born, as quickly as possible to return whence one came.
When men have killed joy, I do not believe they still live.
What greater wound is there than a false friend?
There is no sense in crying over spilt milk. Why bewail what is done and cannot be recalled?