"Agamemnon…cuts off his arms, and then kicks the body to send it rolling into the throng of Trojan fighters, 'like a log'."

"A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth."

"And it is not a good thing to be a guest in a strange land, for a man may be a burden to his host."

"Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death."

"The gods do not take all men's wits away."