For afterwards a man finds pleasure in his pains, when he has suffered long and wandered long. So I will tell you what you ask and seek to know.

It is wrong to be sorry without ceasing.

I'll get out of this city alive, even if it kills me!

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

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!

A decent boldness ever meets with friends.

We cannot all hope to combine the pleasing qualities of good looks, brains, and eloquence.