Commodus They say your son squealed like a girl, as they nailed him to the cross. And your wife moaned like a whore when they ravaged her. Again. And again. And again. Marcus Aurelius When a man sees his end he wants to know there was some purpose to his life. Marcus Aurelius There was a dream that was Rome. You could only whisper it. Anything more than a whisper and it would vanish, it was so fragile.