I detest the man who hides on thing in the depths of his heart and speaks forth another.
It is equally wrong to speed a guest who does not want to go, and to keep one back who is eager. You ought to make welcome the present guest, and send forth the one who wishes to go.
Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country's cause.
I would rather be tied to the soil as a serf... than be king of all these dead and destroyed.
The rest were vulgar deaths unknown to fame.
I, for one, know of no sweeter sight for a man's eyes than his own country.