And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself-more birds than women flocking round his body!
It is not possible to fight beyond your strength, even if you strive.
I've always wondered if there was a God. And now I know there is -- and it's me.
The fates have given mankind a patient soul.
Over the wine-dark sea.
Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,- Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies: They fall successive, and successive rise.