It is a maxim of old that among themselves all things are common to friends.

You feign guilt in order to justify yourself.

Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.

I embrace my rival, but only to strangle him.

On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the least.

Sir, that much prudence calls for too much worry; I cannot foresee misfortunes so far away.

I will die if I lose you, but I will die if I wait longer.