For I am yearning to visit the limits of the all-nurturing Earth, and Oceans, from whom the gods are sprung.

Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

There is not any advantage to be won from grim lamentation.

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

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

Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim—the greater man.

Come, Friend, you too must die. Why moan about it so? Even Patroclus died, a far, far better man than you. And look, you see how handsome and powerful I am? The son of a great man, the mother who gave me life-- A deathless goddess. But even for me, I tell you, Death and the strong force of fate are waiting. There will come a dawn or sunset or high noon When a man will take my life in battle too-- flinging a spear perhaps Or whipping a deadly arrow off his bow.