I love you much less than my God, but much more than myself.
Ambition becomes displeasing when it is once satiated; there is a reaction; and as our spirit, till our last sigh, is always aiming toward some object, it falls back on itself, having nothing else on which to rest; and having reached the summit, it longs to descend.
I am Roman, alas, because Horace is Roman.
He who can live in infamy is unworthy of life.
A liar is always lavish of oaths.
One half of my life has put the other half in the grave.