He lives not long who battles with the immortals, nor do his children prattle about his knees when he has come back from battle and the dread fray.

My life is more to me than all the wealth of Ilius

It is not right to exult over slain men.

Not at all similar are the race of the immortal gods and the race of men who walk upon the earth.

No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.

I guess some people never change... Or, they quickly change and then quickly change back.

The generation of mankind is like the generation of leaves. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the living tree burgeons with leaves again in the spring.