The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.
All the survivors of the war had reached their homes and so put the perils of battle and the sea behind them.
We cannot all hope to combine the pleasing qualities of good looks, brains, and eloquence.
You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!
The man does better who runs from disaster than he who is caught by it.
How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!