Me, rule? Me, place the State under my law, when my feeble reason no longer rules even myself!
It is a maxim of old that among themselves all things are common to friends.
The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.
Without money honor is merely a disease.
Flight is lawful, when one flies from tyrants.
I am a man, and nothing that concerns a man do I deem a matter of indifference to me.