A gun is not a weapon! It's a tool, like a butcher's knife, or a harpoon, or an alligator.

You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!

Will cast the spear and leave the rest to Jove.

Young men's minds are always changeable, but when an old man is concerned in a matter, he looks both before and after.

Why have you come to me here, dear heart, with all these instructions? I promise you I will do everything just as you ask. But come closer. Let us give in to grief, however briefly, in each other's arms.

The sun rose on the flawless brimming sea into a sky all brazen-all one brightening for gods immortal and for mortal men on plowlands kind with grain.

Nothing shall I, while sane, compare with a friend.