How sweet to die after one's enemies.

I agree to, or rather aspire to, my doom.

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.

My reason, it's true, controls my feelings, but whatever its authority, it doesn't rule them so much as tyrannize them.

Who is all-powerful should fear everything.

Among wellborn spirits courage does not depend on age.

When there is no peril in the fight there is no glory in the triumph.