All deaths are hateful to miserable mortals, but the most pitiable death of all is to starve.

I want answers now or I want them eventually!

[B]ut it is only what happens, when they die, to all mortals. The sinews no longer hold the flesh and the bones together, and once the spirit has let the white bones, all the rest of the body is made subject to the fire's strong fury, but the soul flitters out like a dream and flies away.

It behooves a father to be blameless if he expects his child to be.

Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

He lives not long who battles with the immortals, nor do his children prattle about his knees when he has come back from battle and the dread fray.

Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.