Fortune has something of the nature of a woman. If she is too intensely wooed, she commonly goes the further away.
I speak Spanish to God, Italian to women, French to men, and German to my horse.
I came, I saw, God conquered.
Name me an emperor who was ever struck by a cannonball.
Iron hand in a velvet glove.
To endeavor to domineer over conscience, is to invade the citadel of heaven.
My cousin Francis and I are in perfect accord - he wants Milan, and so do I.