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.

He on whom heaven confers a sceptre knows not the weight till he bears it.

Heaven absolves all crimes committed to gain a throne Once Heaven gives it to us.

How sweet to die after one's enemies.

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

Oh, how sweet it is to pity the fate of an enemy who can no longer threaten us!

Have others fear you, and I will have no fear.