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

My sweetest hope is to lose hope

We never taste a perfect joy; our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.

The fire which seems extinguished often slumbers beneath the ashes.

I am young, it is true; but in noble souls valor does not wait for years.

Danger breeds best on too much confidence.

I am Roman, alas, because Horace is Roman.