Killing must feel good to God too. He does it all the time. Did God feel good about that? He felt powerful.
All good things to those who wait.
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.
Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me.
You put the life in your belly and you live.
I will either find a way or make one.