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.

Master of the universe but not of myself, I am the only rebel against my absolute power.

As great as kings may be, they are what we are: they can err like other men.

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

It is an imprudence common to kings to listen to too much advice and to err in their choice.

Death was to be my glory, but destiny has refused it.

As for our gods, we have a few too many to be true.