Come, Friend, you too must die. Why moan about it so? Even Patroclus died, a far, far better man than you. And look, you see how handsome and powerful I am? The son of a great man, the mother who gave me life-- A deathless goddess. But even for me, I tell you, Death and the strong force of fate are waiting. There will come a dawn or sunset or high noon When a man will take my life in battle too-- flinging a spear perhaps Or whipping a deadly arrow off his bow.

I'm a white male, age 18 to 49. Everyone listens to me, no matter how dumb my suggestions are.

Young men's minds are always changeable, but when an old man is concerned in a matter, he looks both before and after.

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!

Sleep and Death, who are twin brothers.

The glorious gifts of the gods are not to be cast aside.

Life and death are balanced as it were on the edge of a razor