This dark brightness that falls from the stars.

To die for one's country is such a worthy fate that all compete for so beautiful a death.

These flattering mirrors reflect imperfectly what is within; the countenance is often a gay deceiver. What defects of mind lie hidden under its beauty! What fair exteriors conceal base souls!

How delicious is pleasure after torment!

It is a law, of the gods which is never broken, to sell somewhat dearly the great benefits which they confer on us.

To take revenge halfheartedly is to court disaster; either condemn or crown your hatred.

Desire increases when fulfillment is postponed.