“Woe to the conquered.”

All things will be clear and distinct to the man who does not hurry; haste is blind and improvident.

There is nothing worse than being ashamed of parsimony or poverty.

Wit is the flower of the imagination.

Those ills are easiest to bear with which we are most familiar.

Friendships ought to be immortal, hostilities mortal.

Avarice and luxury, those evils which have been the ruin of every great state.

Necessity is the last and strongest weapon.

Temerity is not always successful.

Persevere in virtue and diligence.

Luck is of little moment to the great general, for it is under the control of his intellect and his judgment.

Great contests generally excite great animosities.

Better and safer is an assured peace than a victory hoped for. The one is in your own power, the other is in the hands of the gods.

No law is sufficiently convenient to all.

Greater is our terror of the unknown.

There is an old saying which, from its truth, has become proverbial, that friendships should be immortal, enmities mortal.

In war, mere appearances have had all the effect of realities; and that a person, under a firm persuasion that he can command resources, virtually has them; that very prospect inspiring him with hope and boldness in his exertions.

She cannot Conquer your demons. But she can be the guiding light, which shines through the cracks of the darkest corners of your heart to blind them.

War gives the right to the conquerors to impose any condition they please upon the vanquished.

He conquers twice, who shows mercy to the conquered.

A conquering army on the border will not be stopped by eloquence.

I came, I saw, I conquered.

It is the right of war for conquerors to treat those whom they have conquered according to their pleasure.

You cannot conquer what you cannot elaborate.

By conquering your fears, you’re already one step closer to your success.