The crime and not the scaffold makes the shame.

In relating our misfortunes, we often feel them lightened.

Each instant of life is a step toward death.

Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead; It is a flame which sinks for lack of fuel.

I am master of myself as of the universe, so I am; so I wish to be.

It is a crime against the State to be powerful enough to commit one.

In the service of Caesar, everything is legitimate.