Rome is no longer in Rome, it is here where I am.
We never taste a perfect joy; our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.
He who allows me to rule is in fact my master
He who plays advisor is no longer ambassador.
Doubt, but still hate!
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