The universe has no prince or king that it [Rome] would consider equal to its humblest citizen.
A good memory is needed after one has lied.
The fire which seems extinguished often slumbers beneath the ashes.
Oh, how sweet it is to pity the fate of an enemy who can no longer threaten us!
He who has resolved to conquer or die is seldom conquered; such noble despair perishes with difficulty.
One is often guilty by being too just.