The outcome of the war is in our hands; the outcome of words is in the council.

It is wrong to be sorry without ceasing.

Go on with a spirit that fears nothing.

Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endure… For already have I suffered full much, and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war. Let this be added to the tale of those.

The persuasion of a friend is a strong thing.

Reproach is infinite, and knows no end So voluble a weapon is the tongue; Wounded, we wound; and neither side can fail For every man has equal strength to rail.

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.