One race there is of men, one of gods, but from one mother we both draw our breath.
O my soul, do not aspire to immortal life, but exhaust the limits of the possible.
Even wisdom has to yield to self-interest.
War is sweet for those who haven't experienced it.
Finding that the middle condition of life is by far the happiest, I look with little favor upon that of princes.
War is sweet to them that know it not.