High thoughts must have high language.

This is what extremely grieves us, that a man who never fought Should contrive our fees to pilfer, on who for his native land Never to this day had oar, or lance, or blister in his hand.

The old are in a second childhood.

I saw a cavalry captain buy vegetable soup on horseback. He carried the whole mess home in his helmet.

Children have a master to teach them, grown-ups have the poets.

Men of sense often learn from their enemies. It is from their foes, not their friends, that cities learn the lesson of building high walls and ships of war.

[Y]ou [man] are fool enough, it seems, to dare to war with [woman=] me, when for your faithful ally you might win me easily.