The blade itself incites to deeds of violence.

Wise to resolve, and patient to perform.

Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.

Do not mourn the dead with the belly.

It [revenge] is sweeter far than flowing honey.

I'm like that guy who single-handedly built the rocket and flew to the moon. What was his name? Apollo Creed?

On these sands and in the clefts of the rocks, in the depths of the sea, in the creaking of the pines, you'll spy secret footprints and catch far-off voices from the homecoming celebration. This land still longs for Odysseus.