Trying is the first step toward failure.
Which would you rather be, a conqueror in the Olympic games, or the crier that proclaims who are conquerors?
Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.
First you don't want me to get the pony, then you want me to take it back. Make up your mind!
Goddess of song, teach me the story of a hero.
[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.