All things atrocious and shameless flock from all parts to Rome.

A bitter jest, when it comes too near the truth, leaves a sharp sting behind it.

Every recreant who proved his timidity in the hour of danger, was afterwards boldest in words and tongue.

They have plundered the world, stripping naked the land in their hunger… they are driven by greed, if their enemy be rich; by ambition, if poor… They ravage, they slaughter, they seize by false pretenses, and all of this they hail as the construction of empire. And when in their wake nothing remains but a desert, they call that peace.

The love of fame is the last weakness which even the wise resign.

If we must fall, we should boldly meet our fate.

Great empires are not maintained by timidity.