“To plunder, to slaughter, to steal, these things they misname empire; and where they make a wilderness, they call it peace.”

It is found by experience that admirable laws and right precedents among the good have their origin in the misdeeds of others.

Rumor is not always wrong

All things atrocious and shameless flock from all parts to Rome.

The lust of fame is the last that a wise man shakes off.

Reckless adventure is the fool’s hazard.

Crime, once exposed, has no refuge but in audacity.

The desire for glory clings even to the best men longer than any other passion.

Posterity will pay everyone their due.

Benefits received are a delight to us as long as we think we can requite them; when that possibility is far exceeded, they are repaid with hatred instead of gratitude.

The most detestable race of enemies are flatterers.

Once killing starts, it is difficult to draw the line.

I am my nearest neighbour.

The worst hatred is that of relatives.

Solitudinem faciunt pacem appellant. They make a wilderness and they call it peace.

To rob, to ravage, to murder, in their imposing language, are the arts of civil policy. When they have made the world a solitude, they call it peace.

The brave and bold persist even against fortune; the timid and cowardly rush to despair though fear alone.

A great empire and little minds go ill together.

I’ve got a lot that I want to do, so I would like to expand my empire, for sure. I love it.

A common soldier will make an empire, but he will eventually meet his fate and be condemned to the Great Rock.

Rise up like the empires before. Tell tales of great obstacles overcome. Show others their true glory; and tell them it’s never over, it’s only just begun.

I build my empire with stars and words.

The difference between a republic and an empire is the loyalty of one’s army.

With a best friend, I can build an empire beside.

Pause Netflix. Let’s build an empire & chill.