But learn that to die is a debt we must all pay.
It is a strange form of anger, difficult to cure, when two friends turn upon each other in hatred.
Delusive hope still points to distant good.
Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends. To such a life glory belongs.
A wise fellow who is also worthless always charms the rabble.
He who believes needs no explanation.