"The gods do not give all men the gift of song."

"You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you'd run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—co…"

"Come, Friend, you too must die. Why moan about it so? Even Patroclus died, a far, far better man than you."

"Sons are a mother's pride and joy, but also her greatest sorrow."

"Zeus it seems has given us from youth to old age a nice ball of wool to wind-nothing but wars upon wars until we shall perish every one."