- People should know when they're conquered.
- Would you, Quintus? Would I?

Fratres! Three weeks from now i will be harvesting my crops. Imagine where you will be and it will be so. Hold the line! Stay with me! If you find yourself alone, riding in green fields with the sun on your face, do not be troubled! For you are in Elysium and you're already dead! Brothers! What we do in life echoes in eternity.

- There's no one left to fight, Sir.
- Oh, there is always someone left to fight.

You know, dirt cleans off a lot easier then blood, Quintus.

- Enough of politics. Let us pretend that you are a loving daughter, and I am a good father.
- This is a pleasant fiction, isn't it?

When a man sees his end he wants to know there was some purpose to his life. How will the world speak my name in years to come? Will i be known as the philosopher? The warrior? The tyrant?

We mortals are but shadows and dust.

- Don't even think it! There has always been a Senat!
- Rome has changed. It takes an emperor to rule an empire.
- Of course, but... Leave the people their...
- Illusions.
- Traditions.

- The people always love victories.
- Why? They didn't see the battles. What do they care about Germania?
- They care about the greatness of Rome.
- "The greatness of Rome". But what is that?
- It's an idea. "Greatness". "Greatness" is a vision.

- Senator Gracchus! Don't often see you enjoying the pleasures of the vulgar crowd.
- I don't pretend to be a man of the people, Senator. But I do try to be a man for the people.

I knew a man who once said: Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back.

Is Rome worth one man's life? We believed it once. Make us believe it again.