How sweet to die after one's enemies.
It is a law, of the gods which is never broken, to sell somewhat dearly the great benefits which they confer on us.
How much must I overcome before I triumph?
I am young, it is true; but in noble souls valor does not wait for years.
Peace is produced by war.
Ambition displeases when it has been sated ... having reached the peak, it aspires to descend.