Death was to be my glory, but destiny has refused it.
It is a crime against the State to be powerful enough to commit one.
What destroys one man preserves another.
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!
One half of my life has put the other half in the grave.
Just vengeance does not call for punishment.