For if vicious propensity is, as it were, a disease of the soul like bodily sickness, even as we account the sick in body by no means deserving of hate, but rather of pity, so, and much more, should they be pitied whose minds are assailed by wickedness, which is more frightful than any sickness.”

The Unreasonableness of Hatred

Why all this furious strife? Oh, why With rash and wilful hand provoke death’s destined day? If death ye seek⁠—lo! Death is nigh, Not of their master’s will those coursers swift delay!

The wild beasts vent on man their rage, Yet ’gainst their brothers’ lives men point the murderous steel; Unjust and cruel wars they wage, And haste with flying darts the death to meet or deal.