One half of my life has put the other half in the grave.
My reason, it's true, controls my feelings, but whatever its authority, it doesn't rule them so much as tyrannize them.
In the service of Caesar, everything is legitimate.
We triumph without glory when we conquer without danger.
Happiness seems made to be shared.
He who has resolved to conquer or die is seldom conquered; such noble despair perishes with difficulty.