Who asks whether the enemy was defeated by strategy or valor?
I will be gone from here and sing my songs/ In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,/ And carve in letters on the little trees/ The story of my love, and as the trees/ Will grow letters too will grow, to cry/ In a louder voice the story of my love.
Cease to think that the decrees of the gods can be changed by prayers.
Each draws to his best-loved.
The only safety for the conquered is to expect no safety.
That man is the most loyal who aims at the noblest motive, and that motive the public good.