No Man Likes To Be Surpassed By

Rome Has Grown Since Its Humble Beginnings That It Is Now Overwhelmed By Its Own Greatness.

Friendships Ought To Be Immortal, Hostilities Mortal.

It Is When Fortune Is The Most Propitious That She Is Least To Be Trusted.

Woe To The Conquered.

We Can Endure Neither Our Vices Nor Their Cure.