Ah, though a Roman, I am not less a man.
He who has resolved to conquer or die is seldom conquered; such noble despair perishes with difficulty.
We never taste a perfect joy; our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.
Every brave man is a man of his word; to such base vices he cannot stoop, and shuns more than death the shame of lying.
As for our gods, we have a few too many to be true.
I believe everything to be just when a king ordains it.