I want to be alone with my thought.
For rarely are sons similar to their fathers: most are worse, and a few are better than their fathers.
Thou shalt not horn in on thy husbands racket
Will cast the spear and leave the rest to Jove.
Thus have the gods spun the thread for wretched mortals: that they live in grief while they themselves are without cares; for two jars stand on the floor of Zeus of the gifts which he gives, one of evils and another of blessings.
The proof of battle is action, proof of words, debate. No time for speeches now, it's time to fight.