"Then welcome fate! 'Tis true I perish, yet I perish great: Yet in a mighty deed I shall expire, Let future ages hear it, and admire!"

"It is not good to have a rule of many."

"There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover's whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad."

"The gods have woven misery into mortal lives, that there might be songs for men to come."

"Doesn't the son of Tydeus know, down deep, the man who fights the gods does not live long?"