The crime and not the scaffold makes the shame.

We never taste a perfect joy; our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.

This dark brightness that falls from the stars.

I am young, it is true; but in noble souls valor does not wait for years.

The universe has no prince or king that it [Rome] would consider equal to its humblest citizen.

It takes good memory to keep up a lie

One often calms one's grief by recounting it.