Soon all of you immortals Will be as dead as we are! Come on then, what are you waiting for? Have you run out of thunderbolts?
Worse than a true evil is it to bear the burden of faults that are not truly yours.
Much effort, much prosperity.
Who then will dare to say I'm weak or timid? No, they'll say I'm loyal as a friend, ruthless as a foe, so much like a hero destined for glory.
It's the wise man who stays home when he's drunk.
Forgive, son; men are men; they needs must err.