I Would Not Like A King Who

It Takes Good Memory To Keep Up A Lie

Rome Is No Longer In Rome, It Is Here Where I Am.

Death Was To Be My Glory, But Destiny Has Refused It.

One Often Calms One's Grief By Recounting It.

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