Long exercised in woes.

We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.

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.

The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for.

If you are one of earth’s inhabitants, how blest your father, and your gentle mother, blest all your kin. I know what happiness must send the warm tears to their eyes, each time they see their wondrous child go to the dancing! But one man’s destiny is more than blest—he who prevails, and takes you as his bride. Never have I laid eyes on equal beauty in man or woman. I am hushed indeed.

The strong must protect the sweet.

All deaths are hateful to miserable mortals, but the most pitiable death of all is to starve.