He on whom heaven confers a sceptre knows not the weight till he bears it.
Violence is just, where kindness is vain.
When there is no peril in the fight there is no glory in the triumph.
There are secret ties, there are sympathies, by the sweet relationship of which souls that are well matched attach themselves to each other, and are affected by I know not what, which cannot be explained
In recounting our woes, we often soothe them.
Ah, though a Roman, I am not less a man.