Brave men are brave from the very first.
Ah, though a Roman, I am not less a man.
These flattering mirrors reflect imperfectly what is within; the countenance is often a gay deceiver. What defects of mind lie hidden under its beauty! What fair exteriors conceal base souls!
Desire increases when fulfillment is postponed.
A good memory is needed after one has lied.
I agree to, or rather aspire to, my doom.