Ambition becomes displeasing when it is once satiated; there is a reaction; and as our spirit, till our last sigh, is always aiming toward some object, it falls back on itself, having nothing else on which to rest; and having reached the summit, it longs to descend.

He who fears not death fears not a threat.

Desire increases when fulfillment is postponed.

Ambition aspires to descend

I am Roman, alas, because Horace is Roman.

Peace is produced by war.

Each instant of life is a step toward death.