In The Service Of Caesar, Everything Is

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

I Am Young, It Is True; But In Noble Souls Valor Does Not Wait For Years.

Heaven Often Regulates Effects By Their Causes, And Pays The Wicked What They Have Deserved.

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.

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.