Seneca the Younger (Seneca) Quotes

War I abhor, and yet how sweet The sound along the marching street Of drum and fife, and I forget Wet eyes of widows, and forget Broken old mothers, and the whole Dark butchery without a soul.
Seneca the Younger
Seneca the Younger

Quotes to Explore

Citatis.com uses cookies and complies with California Consumer Privacy Act.
By continuing to use the site you consent to our policies regarding cookies and personal data processing.