A form comes out of a combination of force and matter.

It is a good discipline to be forced to work for work's sake, even to the length of not being allowed to enjoy the fruits of one's labour.

Persevere on, my brave lads, We have only just begun. Never despond! Never say enough!

Cowards never win victories. We have to fight fear and troubles and ignorance if we expect them to flee before us.

This is a great fact: strength is life; weakness is death. Strength is felicity, life eternal, immortal; weakness is constant strain and misery, weakness is death.

We, we, and none else, are responsible for what we suffer. We are the effects, and we are the causes.

When death is so certain, it is better to die for a good cause.