Those who believe in ghosts always see them.
My cousin Francis and I are in perfect accord - he wants Milan, and so do I.
Remember, the prince is like a mirror exposed to the eyes of all his subjects who continually look to him as a pattern on which to model themselves, and who in consequence without much trouble discover his vices and virtues.
I make war on the living, not the dead.
I came, I saw, God conquered.
Iron hand in a velvet glove.