Dreams are sent by God.
For a friend with an understanding heart is worth no less than a brother
The single best augury is to fight for one's country.
It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair.
Everything flows and nothing stays.
You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!