The Only Victory Over Love

Independence, Like Honor, Is A Rocky Island, Without A Beach.

Remember, Gentlemen, What A Roman Emperor Said: The Corpse Of An Enemy Always Smells Sweet.

I Wish I Could Take A Raincheck On June 18.1815

I Am The Signet Which Marks The Page Where The Revolution Has Been Stopped; But When I Die It Will Turn The Page And Resume Its Course.

It Is Neither Holy, Roman Or An Empire.