You will certainly not be able to take the lead in all things yourself, for to one man a god has given deeds of war, and to another the dance, to another lyre and song, and in another wide-sounding Zeus puts a good mind.
I would rather be tied to the soil as a serf... than be king of all these dead and destroyed.
And here I am using my own lungs like a sucker.
The force of union conquers all.
I long for home, long for the sight of home.
Generations of men are like the leaves. In winter, winds blow them down to earth, but then, when spring season comes again, the budding wood grows more. And so with men: one generation grows, another dies away.