Homer — "The day of our death is already fated."

"Sing, goddess, the wrath of Achilles, son of Peleus, that ruinous wrath which brought the Achaeans countless woes, and hurled down into Hades many strong souls of heroes, and gave their bodies to be a…"

"No one is sent to Hades before his destined hour."

"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…"

"Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war."

"There is nothing more dreadful than the sea."