It is not possible to fight beyond your strength, even if you strive.

You ought not to practice childish ways, since you are no longer that age.

Wine gives strength to weary men.

Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.

It is not right to exult over slain men.

No TV and no beer makes Homer something something.

Come, weave us a scheme so I can pay them back! Stand beside me, Athena, fire me with daring, fierce as the day we ripped Troy's glittering crown of towers down. Stand by me - furious now as then, my bright-eyed one - and I would fight three hundred men, great goddess, with you to brace me, comrade-in-arms in battle!