Ambition Aspires To Descend

It Is Only Blood That Can Wash Away Such An Outrage; Die Or Kill.

Rome, If You Do Not Wish Me To Betray You, Make Enemies That I Can Hate!

There Are Secret Ties, There Are Sympathies, By The Sweet Relationship Of Which Souls That Are Well Matched Attach Themselves To Each Other, And Are Affected By I Know Not What, Which Cannot Be Explained

When The Patient Loves His Disease, How Unwilling He Is To Allow A Remedy To Be Applied.

A Good Memory Is Needed Once We Have Lied. [fr., Il Faut Bonne Memoire Apres Qu'on A Menti.]