God has given to man no sharper spur to victory than contempt of death.
Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me.
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.
Your dreams were the one place you could be physically safe.
I was curious what would happen.
Words are living things. They have personality, point of view... agenda.