Clanless, lawless, homeless is he who is in love with civil war, that brutal ferocious thing.

I would rather be a serf in a poor man's house and be above ground than reign among the dead.

For too much rest becomes a pain.

It is not right to glory in the slain

The minds of the everlasting gods are not changed suddenly.

Whenever a man is tired, wine is a great restorer of strength.

I want answers now or I want them eventually!