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.

Killing must feel good to God too. He does it all the time. Did God feel good about that? He felt powerful.

We're like socks. You can put us through a rough wash once, but you'll never use us again.

Let us ease the Roman people of their continual care, who think it long to await the death of an old man.

Words are living things. They have personality, point of view... agenda.

It's not what you appreciate; it's that you appreciate.