So, the gods don't hand out all their gifts at once, not build and brains and flowing speech to all. One man may fail to impress us with his looks but a god can crown his words with beauty, charm, and men look on with delight when he speaks out. Never faltering, filled with winning self-control, he shines forth at assembly grounds and people gaze at him like a god when he walks through the streets. Another man may look like a deathless one on high but there's not a bit of grace to crown his words. Just like you, my fine, handsome friend.

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.

Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.

Of men who have a sense of honor, more come through alive than are slain, but from those who flee comes neither glory nor any help.

Everyone knows rock n' roll attained perfection in 1974. It's a scientific fact.

Shame greatly hurts or greatly helps mankind.

A glorious death is his, who for his country falls.