We never taste a perfect joy; our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.
A liar is always lavish of oaths.
Death was to be my glory, but destiny has refused it.
Ah, though a Roman, I am not less a man.
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.
The man who pardons easily courts injury.