Today I saw a slave become more powerful than the emperor of Rome.[to Maximus]
Three weeks from now, I will be harvesting my crops. Imagine where you will be, and it will be so.
There was once a dream that was Rome. You could only whisper it. Anything more than a whisper and it would vanish, it was so fragile.[to Maximus]
There is always someone left to fight.
The time for honoring yourself will soon be at an end… Highness.[to Commodus]
The time for half measures and talk is over.[to Senator Gracchus]
The people always love victories.
The crowd don’t want a butcher, they want a hero.[to Maximus]
Some of you are thinking you won’t fight, some that you can’t fight. They all say that until they’re out there.
Rome is the mob. Conjure magic for them, and they’ll be distracted. Take away their freedom, and still they’ll roar. The beating heart of Rome is not the marble of the Senate. It’s the sand of the Colosseum.
Proximo, are you in danger of becoming a good man?
People should know when they’re conquered.