He Who Allows Me To Rule Is

Rome Alone Can Resist Rome.

Each Instant Of Life Is A Step Toward Death.

Your Arm Is Unvanquished, But Not Invincible.

Love Lives On Hope, And Dies When Hope Is Dead; It Is A Flame Which Sinks For Lack Of Fuel.

Liberty May Be Of No More Use Than Stirring Up The Flame Of Civil Wars; Then, By Disorder Fatal To The World, One Wants No King, The Other Wants No Equal.