In the service of Caesar, everything is legitimate.
The fire which seems extinguished often slumbers beneath the ashes.
It is hard to hate what one has loved, and a half-extinguished fire is soon relit.
I am master of myself as of the universe, so I am; so I wish to be.
One often calms one's grief by recounting it.
Be it only for a day, it is still a glory without equal to be master of the world just that day.