Not vain the weakest, if their force unite.

Suffering is but another name for the teaching of experience, which is the parent of instruction and the schoolmaster of life.

What greater glory attends a man than what he wins with his racing feet and his striving hands?

...if fifty bands of men surrounded us/ and every sword sang for your blood,/ you could make off still with their cows and sheep.

Few sons are like their fathers - many are worse, few better.

But you, Achilles,/ There is not a man in the world more blest than you--/ There never has been, never will be one./ Time was, when you were alive, we Argives/ honored you as a god, and now down here, I see/ You Lord it over the dead in all your power./ So grieve no more at dying, great Achilles.’ I reassured the ghost, but he broke out protesting,/ ‘No winning words about death to me, shining Odysseus!/ By god, I’d rather slave on earth for another man--/ Some dirt-poor tenant farmer who scrapes to keep alive—than rule down here over all the breathless dead.

After the event, even a fool is wise.