The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is in the common mass of matter lost.

I should rather labor as another's serf, in the home of a man without fortune, one whose livelihood was meager, than rule over all the departed dead.

Don't mess with the dead, boy, they have eerie powers.

The proof of battle is action, proof of words, debate. No time for speeches now, it's time to fight.

If they think I'm going to stop at that stop sign, they're mistaken!

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.

Zeus does not bring all men's plans to fulfillment.