— 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.
This republic of ours is something like a rich widow. Most Romans love her as their mother, but Crassus dreams of marrying the old girl, to put it politely.