We're goin bowling. If we don't come back, avenge our deaths.

I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men

But listen to me first and swear an oath to use all your eloquence and strength to look after me and protect me.

Zeus it seems has given us from youth to old age a nice ball of wool to wind-nothing but wars upon wars until we shall perish every one.

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.

A young man is embarrassed to question an older one.

Look now how mortals are blaming the gods, for they say that evils come from us, but in fact they themselves have woes beyond their share because of their own follies.