I war not with the dead.
Boy, everyone is stupid except me.
...if fifty bands of men surrounded us/ and every sword sang for your blood,/ you could make off still with their cows and sheep.
The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for.
But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.
It is not unseemly for a man to die fighting in defense of his country.