Think not to match yourself against the gods, for men that walk the earth cannot hold their own with the immortals.

Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.

And for yourself, may the gods grant you your heart's desire, a husband and a home, and the blessing of a harmonious life. For nothing is greater or finer than this, when a man and woman live together with one hear and mind, bringing joy to their friends and grief to their foes.

You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!

Young people are thoughtless as a rule.

The lot of man-to suffer and die.

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