Envy is blind, and she has no other quality than that of detracting from virtue
Luck is of little moment to the great general, for it is under the control of his intellect and his judgment.
The populace is like the sea motionless in itself, but stirred by every wind, even the lightest breeze.
Envy is blind. -Caeca invidia est
Bad beginnings, bad endings.
Woe to the conquered.