I do not pilfer victory.

I send you a kaffis of mustard seed, that you may taste and acknowledge the bitterness of my victory.

Who does not desire such a victory by which we shall join places in our Kingdom, so far divided by nature, and for which we shall set up trophies in another conquered world?

I had rather excel others in the knowledge of what is excellent, than in the extent of my power and dominion.

How should a man be capable of grooming his own horse, or of furbishing his own spear and helmet, if he allows himself to become unaccustomed to tending even his own person, which is his most treasured belonging?

Oh! Most miserable wretch that I am! Why have I not learnt how to swim?