My sweetest hope is to lose hope
A true king is neither husband nor father; he considers his throne and nothing else.
How delicious is pleasure after torment!
These flattering mirrors reflect imperfectly what is within; the countenance is often a gay deceiver. What defects of mind lie hidden under its beauty! What fair exteriors conceal base souls!
Every man of courage is a man of his word.
To he who avenges a father, nothing is impossible