My Reason, It's True, Controls

I See, I Know, I Believe, I Am Undeceived.

He Should Be Envied Who When His Strength Is Spent Lays Down His Life. Old Age Reserves A Melancholy Fate For Noble Souls Before Their Life Is Done.

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.

In The Service Of Caesar, Everything Is Legitimate.

As For Our Gods, We Have A Few Too Many To Be True.