Friend, many and many a dream is mere confusion a cobweb of no consequence at all. Two gates for ghostly dreams there are: One gateway of honest horn, and one of ivory. Issuing by the ivory gate are dreams of glimmering illusion, fantasies, but those that come through solid polished horn may be borne out, if mortals only know them.

The God of War will see fair play-he's often slain that wants to slay!

[B]ut it is only what happens, when they die, to all mortals. The sinews no longer hold the flesh and the bones together, and once the spirit has let the white bones, all the rest of the body is made subject to the fire's strong fury, but the soul flitters out like a dream and flies away.

And empty words are evil.

And they die an equal death — the idler and the man of mighty deeds.

I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men

If it doesn't have siamese twins in a jar, it is not a fair.