Your arm is unvanquished, but not invincible.
Sir, what does it matter whom I serve, so long as I am right?
It is only blood that can wash away such an outrage; die or kill.
I can be forced to live without happiness, but I will never consent to live without honor.
Rome, if you do not wish me to betray you, make enemies that I can hate!
We never taste a perfect joy; our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.