I would rather be tied to the soil as a serf... than be king of all these dead and destroyed.
โฆbut there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.
A decent boldness ever meets with friends.
It is not right to exult over slain men.
Now son, you donโt want to drink beer. Thatโs for Daddies, and kids with fake IDs.
We cannot all hope to combine the pleasing qualities of good looks, brains, and eloquence.