It is the guilt, not the scaffold, which constitutes the shame.
The universe has no prince or king that it [Rome] would consider equal to its humblest citizen.
It is hard to hate what one has loved, and a half-extinguished fire is soon relit.
As for our gods, we have a few too many to be true.
Deceit is the game of petty spirits, and that is by nature a woman's quality.
Self-love is the source of all our other loves.