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

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

It is the guilt, not the scaffold, which constitutes the shame.

When the patient loves his disease, how unwilling he is to allow a remedy to be applied.

A monarch must sometimes rule even himself: he who wants everything must risk very little.

My reason, it's true, controls my feelings, but whatever its authority, it doesn't rule them so much as tyrannize them.

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