Love is the extra effort we make in our dealings with those whom we do not like and once you understand that, you understand all. This idea that love overtakes you is nonsense. This is but a polite manifestation of sex. To love another you have to undertake some fragment of their destiny.
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Have others fear you, and I will have no fear.
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After having won a scepter, few are so generous as to disdain the pleasures of ruling.
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Ambition displeases when it has been sated ... having reached the peak, it aspires to descend.
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When we conquer without danger our triumph is without glory.
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Peace is produced by war.
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He who punishes the vanquished fears not the victor.
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Death was to be my glory, but destiny has refused it.
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Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead
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I would not like a king who could obey.
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To win without risk is to triumph without glory.
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He has served me too well; by increasing my power he has stolen it away: he is now my subject only so long as he pleases.
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As master of the universe, need he fear a master?
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He who plays advisor is no longer ambassador.
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The people you killed seem to be in excellent health.
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Master of the universe but not of myself, I am the only rebel against my absolute power.
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The fate of the State decides theirs: clauses of treaties determine their affections.
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It is the crime not the scaffold which is the disgrace.
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How delicious is pleasure after torment!
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Danger breeds best on too much confidence.
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When there is no peril in the fight there is no glory in the triumph.
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Such is the caprice of Romans ... who reject kings in name but not in practice, and accept an Emperor mightier than a hundred kings.
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He who fears not death fears not a threat.
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A monarch must sometimes rule even himself: he who wants everything must risk very little.
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Be it only for a day, it is still a glory without equal to be master of the world just that day.
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I am master of myself as of the universe, so I am; so I wish to be.
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He who allows himself to be insulted, deserves to be.
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The manner of giving is worth more than the gift.
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Each instant of life is a step toward death.
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One is often guilty by being too just.
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