Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me.
I have come not to make war on the Italians, but to aid the Italians against Rome.
We're like socks. You can put us through a rough wash once, but you'll never use us again.
I swear so soon as age will permit ... I will use fire and steel to arrest the destiny of Rome.
I am not carrying on a war of extermination against the Romans. I am contending for honor and empire. My ancestors yielded to Roman valour. I am endeavouring that others, in their turn, will be obliged to yield to my good fortune, and my valour.
I will either find a way or make one.