Rome Alone Can Resist Rome.

Just As We Never Taste Happiness In Perfection, Our Most Fortunate Successes Are Mixed With Sadness. So Too We Never Taste Sadness Completely, As Things Could Always Be Worse In Some Way And For This We Can Be Grateful.

I Agree To, Or Rather Aspire To, My Doom.

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

I Would Not Like A King Who Could Obey.

All Evils Are Equal When They Are Extreme. [fr., Et Tous Maux Sont Pareils Alors Qu'ils Sont Extremes.]