Proximo: Some of you are thinking that you won’t fight. Others, that you can’t fight. They all say that until they’re out there. Listen. Thrust this into another man’s flesh. They will applaud and love you for that. And you, you may begin to love them for that. Ultimately we’re all dead men. Sadly, we cannot choose how, but we can decide how we meet that end, in order that we are remembered as men.

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Marcus: Maximus, you prove your valor again. Let us hope for the final time here.
Maximus: I don’t think there’s anyone left to fight.
Marcus: There are always people left to fight.

Quintus: People should know when they’re conquered.
Maximus: Would you, Quintus? Would I?

Commodus: I think I understand my own people.
Gracchus: Then perhaps Caesar will be so good as to teach us… out of his own extensive experience.
Commodus : I call it love. I am their father. The people are my children. I shall hold them to my bosom and embrace them tightly.
Gracchus: Have you ever embraced someone dying of plague, sire?

Maximus: I knew a man who once said, ‘Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back.’