Even Rome Cannot Grant Us A Dispensation

I Have A Heart To Love All The World; And Like Alexander I Wish There Were Yet Other Worlds, So I Could Carry Even Further My Amorous Conquests.

Things Are Only Worth What You Make Them Worth.

We Die Only Once, And For Such A Long Time.

Good Heavens! For More Than Forty Years I Have Been Speaking Prose Without Knowing It.

Birth Is Nothing Where Virtue Is Not