The body of a dead enemy always smells sweet.

Dear me! I must be turning into a god.

Dear me, I believe I am becoming a god. An emperor ought at least to die on his feet.

Riches are well, if gotten well and spent well.

It becomes an emperor to die standing (i.e., "in harness"). [Lat., Decet imperatorem statem mori.]

Quell rebellion before it spreads.

It becomes an emperor to die standing.

Woe is me. Me thinks I'm turning into a god.

Although it may be unused, the front door continues to appeal to our sense arrival. Call it the ceremony of coming home.

And yet their wills did not yield, and they struggled on.

No other discipline has its portals so wide open to the general public as history.

We don't mature momentarily, but over the long-term.

The days pass happily with me wherever my ship sails.

I just don't know that a TV show demands a movie ending.

Pious XII was too neutral to mention the gas chambers; decent people like my own family were turned into devils by crude Christianity.

I may have a lot of political opinions but it doesn't necessarily come into my work. I keep the two worlds separate.

Desire for increased wealth is not evil... it is simply the desire for more abundant life; it is aspiration.

Im a total weirdo and have often felt like an outcast and a freak, and I love that. It makes things so much more exciting.