Rome is no longer in Rome, it is here where I am.
Liberty may be of no more use Than stirring up the flame of civil wars; Then, by disorder fatal to the world, One wants no king, the other wants no equal.
When there is no peril in the fight there is no glory in the triumph.
It is the guilt, not the scaffold, which constitutes the shame.
To he who avenges a father, nothing is impossible
An example is often a deceptive mirror, and the order of destiny, so troubling to our thoughts, is not always found written in things past