Your Christians, whom one persecutes in vain, have something in them that surpasses the human. They lead a life of such innocence,that the heavens owe them some recognition: that they arise the stronger the more they are beaten down is hardly the result of common virtues.

Your heart is mine; there I reign. I am content.

I have deserved neither so much honor or so much disgrace.

It is a crime against the State to be powerful enough to commit one.

The people you killed seem to be in excellent health.

I am Roman, alas, because Horace is Roman.

Be it only for a day, it is still a glory without equal to be master of the world just that day.