Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.

Still, we will let all this be a thing of the past, though it hurts us, and beat down by constraint the anger that rises inside us. Now I am making an end of my anger. It does not become me, unrelentingly to rage on

The gods give to mortals not everything at the same time.

If any man obeys the gods, they listen to him also.

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

You ought not to practice childish ways, since you are no longer that age.

From his tongue flowed speech sweeter than honey.