Rome Is No Longer In

We Never Taste A Perfect Joy; Our Happiest Successes Are Mixed With Sadness.

It Is The Guilt, Not The Scaffold, Which Constitutes The Shame.

I Am Roman, Alas, Because Horace Is Roman.

In The Service Of Caesar, Everything Is Legitimate.

If You Betray Me, Can I Take A Better Revenge Than To Love The Person You Hate?