Air of frank good-nature which Macchiavelli so greatly admired

All passions are deceitful

Always in extremes, whether of enthusiasm or hatred

Besieged on all sides by mediocrities

Danger of driving the vanquished to despair

Determination to exact his strict legal rights

Disdainful words which brand as deeply as a red-hot iron

Doubting spirit which was unhappily so prevalent

Forgetfulness is the best cure for the losses we suffer

Fundamentally nothing is great, you see, and nothing small

God wills not that a sinner die, but that he live and pay

Influence he had gained over the narrow-minded

Interpolated according to the needs of the prosecution

Italy and Greece seemed to be mere suburbs of Venice

Jesus, Son of David and Mary

Knew how short was the space between a prison and a tomb

Let her keep the pearl for the same price she had paid for it

Madly in love-that is to say silly and blind

Method contrary to the laws of nature

More absurd the reports, the more credence did they gain

No vice which has not a counterfeit resemblance to some virtue

Prejudices, which are sacred to the vulgar

Put to the question ordinary and extraordinary

So much a lover that love imposed silence on ambition

The last thing I should desire would be to be as dead as he

To draw back was to acknowledge one's guilt

Too commonplace ever to arrive at a high position

Vanity and self-satisfaction

Very clear-sighted we can be about things that don't touch us

Without fear of being called to account