I Don't Know How To

Your Christians, Whom One Persecutes In Vain, Have Something In Them That Surpasses The Human. They Lead A Life Of Such Innocence,that The Heavens Owe Them Some Recognition: That They Arise The Stronger The More They Are Beaten Down Is Hardly The Result Of Common Virtues.

Your Virtue Raises Your Glory Above Your Crime.

I Would Not Like A King Who Could Obey.

I Believe Everything To Be Just When A King Ordains It.

A Good Memory Is Needed After One Has Lied.