These nights are endless, and a man can sleep through them, or he can enjoy listening to stories, and you have no need to go to bed before it is time. Too much sleep is only a bore. And of the others, any one whose heart and spirit urge him can go outside and sleep, and then, when the dawn shows, breakfast first, then go out to tend the swine of our master. But we two, sitting here in the shelter, eating and drinking, shall entertain each other remembering and retelling our sad sorrows. For afterwards a man who has suffered much and wandered much has pleasure out of his sorrows.

Immortals are never alien to one another.

The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for.

I detest the man who hides on thing in the depths of his heart and speaks forth another.

'T is fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.

...he'll never lie - the man is far too wise.

Why have you come to me here, dear heart, with all these instructions? I promise you I will do everything just as you ask. But come closer. Let us give in to grief, however briefly, in each other's arms.