— Rome is the mob.
— No! Rome is an eternal thought in the mind of God.
— I'd no idea you'd grown religious.
— It doesn't matter. If there were no gods at all I'd still revere them. If there were no Rome, I'd dream of her.

— Did you fear him, Crassus?
— Not when I fought him, I knew he could be beaten. But now I fear him, even more than I fear you.
— Me?
— Yes, my dear Caesar, you.