If one but tell a thing well, it moves on with undying voice, and over the fruitful earth and across the sea goes the bright gleam of noble deeds ever unquenchable.
One race there is of men, one of gods, but from one mother we both draw our breath.
Even success softens not the heart of the envious.
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.
Sweet is war to those who know it not.