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.

After having won a scepter, few are so generous as to disdain the pleasures of ruling.

The king, just and prudent, wants only those things which he can get.

Sir, what does it matter whom I serve, so long as I am right?

Rome, if you do not wish me to betray you, make enemies that I can hate!

My sweetest hope is to lose hope

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