Can anything be stupider than that a man has the right to kill me because he lives on the other side of a river and his ruler has a quarrel with mine, though I have not quarrelled with him?
Rivers are roads which move, and which carry us whither we desire to go.
Rivers are roads that move and carry us whither we wish to go. [Fr., Les rivieres sont des chemins qui marchant et qui portent ou l'on veut aller.]
He who does not know his way to the sea should take a river for his guide.
We must kill them in war, just because they live beyond the river. If they lived on this side, we would be called murderers.
Rivers are highways that move on and bear us whither we wish to go.