A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth - and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases.

The outcome of the war is in our hands; the outcome of words is in the council.

Not at all similar are the race of the immortal gods and the race of men who walk upon the earth.

No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.

Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.

I too shall lie in the dust when I am dead, but now let me win noble renown.

Know from the bounteous heaven all riches flow.