out of sight,out of mind
Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death
Too many kings can ruin an army
What greater glory attends a man than what he wins with his racing feet and his striving hands?
Everything flows and nothing stays.
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!