“I am dying, Maximus. 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?
Or will I be the emperor who gave Rome back her true self?
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. And I fear that it will not survive the winter.”
– Marcus Aulerius (Gladiator)