Niccolo Machiavelli wrote that. He had a well-developed affection for power, a sort of power that required a certain solitude. So he murdered his brother Juan. Oh, and Lucretia. It's always too bad when some other fellow has his hands on the girl you want.
Most boys just cry and whine.
When you're the bastard son of a Pope, you're off to a hell of a start. Once you learn how easy doing murder becomes with practice, the package is complete. It was a simple thing, and then he and Lucretia were married. The Godfather is about to make you an offer you can't refuse. Oh, sure, others have brought the funk properly, with skill.