"And overpowered by memory both men gave way to grief. Priam wept freely for man - killing Hector, throbbing, crouching before Achilles' feet as Achilles wept himself, now for his father, now for Patro…"

"Any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed."

"The stars never lie, but the astrologers lie about the stars."

"Men hold me formidable for guile in peace and war."

"Very like leaves upon this earth are the generations of men -- old leaves, cast on the ground by wind, young leaves the greening forest bears when spring comes in. So mortals pass; one generation flow…"