“I found Rome a city of bricks and left it a city of marble.”

The tales of our exploits will survive as long as the human voice itself.

We write our names in the sand: and then the waves roll in and wash them away.

You cheer my heart, who build as if Rome would be eternal.

I am a man of my word.

Make haste cautiously.

Have I played the part well? Then applaud as I exit.

Better a cautious commander, and not a rash one.

To seek to keep the established constitution unchanged argues a good citizen and a good man.

If you want rainbow, you have to deal with the rain.

I’d always thought the world was a wish-granting factory.

Keep our marriage alive, and farewell.

Everyone wants to lead an extraordinary life.

Behold them, conquerors of the world, the toga-clad race of Romans!

Just as men must give up economic control when their wives share the responsibility for the family’s financial well-being, women must give up exclusive parental control when their husbands assume more responsibility for child care.

If we could survive without a wife, citizens of Rome, all of us would do without that nuisance; but since nature has so decreed that we cannot manage comfortably with them, nor live in any way without them, we must plan for our lasting preservation rather than for our temporary pleasure.

The greatest impediments to changes in our traditional roles seem to lie not in the visible world of conscious intent, but in the murky realm of the unconscious mind.