I'm satisfied. It's straight,...but it's just so hot, and I'm just so fraustrated.

Fear, O Achilles, the wrath of heaven; think on your own father and have compassion upon me, who am the more pitiable

And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.

Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.

I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men

I would rather be tied to the soil as a serf... than be king of all these dead and destroyed.

One who contends with immortals lives a very short life.