In war, important events result from trivial causes.
What we wish, we readily believe, and what we ourselves think, we imagine others think also.
It is not these well-fed long-haired men that I fear, but the pale and the hungry-looking.
I came, I saw, I conquered.
I love the name of honor, more than I fear death.
It is the custom of the immortal gods to grant temporary prosperity and a fairly long period of impunity to those whom they plan to punish for their crimes, so that they may feel it all the more keenly as a result of the change in their fortunes.