I am Roman, alas, because Horace is Roman.
We never taste a perfect joy; our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.
A monarch must sometimes rule even himself: he who wants everything must risk very little.
Desire increases when fulfillment is postponed.
I am master of myself as of the universe, so I am; so I wish to be.
It is hard to hate what one has loved, and a half-extinguished fire is soon relit.