The most part of all princes have more delight in warlike manners and feats of chivalry than in the good feats of peace.

One man to live in pleasure and wealth, whiles all other weap and smart for it, that is the part not of a king, but of a jailor.

A crown! what is it? It is to bear the miseries of a people! To bear the miseries of a people! And sink beneath a load of splendid care!

She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, / And lovers are round her, sighing:/ But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, / For her heart in his grave is lying.

peace brings ignorance. war brings arrogance. ignorance bings war, war brings arrogance, arrogance brings peace. those who know only war will fall to their weakest enemy. those that know only peace will become a conquered people. but those select few who know both war and peace shall prosper for all eternity.

I shall be an autocrat: that's my trade. And the good Lord will forgive me: that's his. [Fr., Moi, je serai autocrate: c'est mon metier. Et le bon Dieu me pardonnnera: c'est son metier.]