The Germans, a race eager for war.
We sought therefore to amend our will, and not to suffer it through despite to languish long time in error.
Fortune dreads the brave, and is only terrible to the coward.
Do everything as in the eye of another.
Lightning will wreck its displeasures not only upon pillars, trees, and sheep, but upon altars and temples, and let the sacrilegious go free.
What need is there to weep over parts of life? The whole of it calls for tears.