Fear is the proof of a degenerate mind.
Rumor goes forth at once, Rumor than whom No other speedier evil thing exists; She thrives by rapid movement, and acquires Strength as she goes; small at the first from fear, She presently uplifts herself aloft, And stalks upon the ground and hides her head Among the clouds.
Such is the love of praise, so great the anxiety for victory.
Let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious.
The only safety for the conquered is to expect no safety.
Don't trust the horse, Trojans. Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks even bearing gifts. -Equo ne credite, Teucri. Quidquid id est, timeo Danaos et dona ferentes