Liberty may be of no more use Than stirring up the flame of civil wars; Then, by disorder fatal to the world, One wants no king, the other wants no equal.

I agree to, or rather aspire to, my doom.

I see, I know, I believe, I am undeceived.

He who has resolved to conquer or die is seldom conquered; such noble despair perishes with difficulty.

Ambition displeases when it has been sated ... having reached the peak, it aspires to descend.

As our self-interests differ, so do our feelings.

I would not like a king who could obey.