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When I am at Rome I fast as the Romans do; when I am at Milan I do not fast. So likewise you, whatever church you come to, observe the custom of the place, if you would neither give offence to others, nor take offence from them.
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When I am at Rome I fast as the Romans do; when I am at Milan I do not fast. So likewise you, whatever church you come to, observe the custom of the place, if you would neither give offence to others, nor take offence from them.
I found Rome a city of bricks and left it a city of marble.
When I am at Rome, I fast on a Saturday: when I am at Milan I do not. Do the same. Follow the custom of the church where you are.
When in Rome do as the Romans
Now conquering Rome doth conquered Rome inter,And rivers, which are still in motion, stay.
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
When they are at Rome, they do there as they see done.
O Rome! my country! city of the soul!
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;And when Rome falls—the World.
O Rome! My country! City of the soul!
You cheer my heart, who build as if Rome would be eternal.
Quod tantis Romana manus contexuit annisProditor unus iners angusto tempore vertit.
A great civilization is not conquered from without until it has destroyed itself within. The essential causes of Rome's decline lay in her people, her morals, her class struggle, her failing trade, her bureaucratic despotism, her stifling taxes, her consuming wars.
The traveler who has contemplated the ruins of ancient Rome may conceive some imperfect idea of the sentiments which they must have inspired when they reared their heads in the splendor of unsullied beauty.
Yes, I have finally arrived to this Capital of the World! I now see all the dreams of my youth coming to life... Only in Rome is it possible to understand Rome.
Rome was ruined more by neglect of agriculture, and giving no attention to useful trade and commerce, than by the invasion of barbarians.
Never before has any city in the world had so a wonderful adventure. Its history is so big that even the huge crimes it is littered with look tiny. Maybe one of the troubles of Italy is exactly this: to have a capital city that is disproportionate, for name and past history, to the modesty of a people that, when shouting "go for it, Rome!", is only referring to a football team.
The woman you saw is the great city that rules over the kings of the earth. ... Come out of her, my people, so that you will not share in her sins, so that you will not receive any of her plagues; for her sins are piled up to heaven, and God has remembered her crimes. ... In her heart she boasts, ‘I sit enthroned as queen. I am not a widow; I will never mourn.’
In tears I tossed my coin from Trevi's edge.Oh, let me join the faithful shades that throng that fount above.
What's Rome to me, what business have I there?
A thousand roads lead men forever to Rome.
Rome, old lady of the world, in the name of our glorious dead who gave their life to make wonderful days possible, we salute you!
Rome was not built in a day.
See the wild Waste of all-devouring years!The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead!
I am in Rome! Oft as the morning rayAnd I spring up as girt to run a race!
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,Than such a Roman.
The story of Romulus and Remus being suckled by a wolf is not a meaningless fable. The founders of every State which has risen to eminence have drawn their nourishment and vigor from a similar wild source. It was because the children of the Empire were not suckled by the wolf that they were conquered and displaced by the children of the Northern forests who were.
From the dome of St. Peter's one can see every notable object in Rome... He can see a panorama that is varied, extensive, beautiful to the eye, and more illustrious in history than any other in Europe.
The teacher reminded us that Rome's liberties were not auctioned off in a day, but were bought slowly, gradually, furtively, little by little; first with a little corn and oil for the exceedingly poor and wretched, later with corn and oil for voters who were not quite so poor, later still with corn and oil for pretty much every man that had a vote to sell—exactly our own history over again.
Rome wasn't all built in a day.
