To myself alone do I owe my fame.
Master of the universe but not of myself, I am the only rebel against my absolute power.
Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead; It is a flame which sinks for lack of fuel.
I am Roman, alas, because Horace is Roman.
Peace is produced by war.
He who has resolved to conquer or die is seldom conquered; such noble despair perishes with difficulty.