If you betray me, can I take a better revenge than to love the person you hate?
We never taste a perfect joy; our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.
The greater the effort, the greater the glory.
I am Roman, alas, because Horace is Roman.
Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead; It is a flame which sinks for lack of fuel.
He who has resolved to conquer or die is seldom conquered; such noble despair perishes with difficulty.