Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say that we devise their misery. But they themselves- in their depravity- design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns.
Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war.
I won't lie to you, fatherhood isn't easy like motherhood.
He knew the things that were and the things that would be and the things that had been before.
Do not mourn the dead with the belly.
There will be killing till the score is paid.