We're goin bowling. If we don't come back, avenge our deaths.
All men owe honor to the poets - honor and awe; for they are dearest to the Muse who puts upon their lips the ways of life.
Too many kings can ruin an army
We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.
Even the bravest cannot fight beyond his power
Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.