Iron hand in a velvet glove.

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.

My cousin Francis and I are in perfect accord - he wants Milan, and so do I.

I make war on the living, not the dead.

I came, I saw, God conquered.

I speak Spanish to God, Italian to women, French to men, and German to my horse.

To endeavor to domineer over conscience, is to invade the citadel of heaven.