Heaven Often Regulates Effects By Their Causes,

Ambition Becomes Displeasing When It Is Once Satiated; There Is A Reaction; And As Our Spirit, Till Our Last Sigh, Is Always Aiming Toward Some Object, It Falls Back On Itself, Having Nothing Else On Which To Rest; And Having Reached The Summit, It Longs To Descend.

These Flattering Mirrors Reflect Imperfectly What Is Within; The Countenance Is Often A Gay Deceiver. What Defects Of Mind Lie Hidden Under Its Beauty! What Fair Exteriors Conceal Base Souls!

A True King Is Neither Husband Nor Father; He Considers His Throne And Nothing Else.

I Would Tell You I Love You, Sir, If I Knew What It Was To Love.

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