That doctrine taught by Cicero that men are "ad justitiam natos" must have been to him simply absurd.

Blood was to him nothing.

A friend was better than a foe, and a live man than a dead.
Blood-thirstiness was a passion unknown to him; but that tenderness which with us creates a horror of blood was equally unknown.

Pleasure was sweet to him; but he was man enough to feel that a life of pleasure was contemptible.

To pillage a city, to pilfer his all from a rich man, to debauch a friend's wife, to give over a multitude of women and children to slaughter, was as easy to him as to forgive an enemy.