Roman, remember that you shall rule the nations by your authority, for this is to be your skill, to make peace the custom, to spare the conquered, and to wage war until the haughty are brought low.

She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.

Love conquers all; therefore, let us submit to love.

Thus shall you go to the stars.

How can there be such anger in the minds of the gods?

Evil is nourished and grows by concealment.

Fortunate is he whose mind has the power to probe the causes of things and trample underfoot all terrors and inexorable fate.