War is sweet to those who have not experienced it.

The entire world is my temple, and a very fine one too, if I'm not mistaken, and I'll never lack priests to serve it as long as there are men.

At last concluded that no creature was more miserable than man, for that all other creatures are content with those bounds that nature set them, only man endeavors to exceed them.

Our determination to imitiate Christ should be such that we have no time for other matters.

Do not put chewed bones back on plates. Instead, throw them on the floor for the dog.

They take unbelievable pleasure in the hideous blast of the hunting horn and baying of the hounds. Dogs dung smells sweet as cinnamon to them.

What is popularly called fame is nothing but an empty name and a legacy from paganism.