It Is Only Blood That Can Wash

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

Deceit Is The Game Of Petty Spirits, And That Is By Nature A Woman's Quality.

To Take Revenge Halfheartedly Is To Court Disaster; Either Condemn Or Crown Your Hatred.

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.

The Universe Has No Prince Or King That It [rome] Would Consider Equal To Its Humblest Citizen.