One ought to have a good memory when he has told a lie
Death was to be my glory, but destiny has refused it.
He should be envied Who when his strength is spent lays down his life. Old age reserves a melancholy fate For noble souls before their life is done.
Violence is just, where kindness is vain.
The universe has no prince or king that it [Rome] would consider equal to its humblest citizen.
Omnipotence is bought with ceaseless fear.