Do thou restrain the haughty spirit in thy breast, for better far is gentle courtesy.
[B]ut it is only what happens, when they die, to all mortals. The sinews no longer hold the flesh and the bones together, and once the spirit has let the white bones, all the rest of the body is made subject to the fire's strong fury, but the soul flitters out like a dream and flies away.
There will be killing till the score is paid.
Reproach is infinite, and knows no end.
It [revenge] is sweeter far than flowing honey.
Shoulder-to-shoulder, swing to the work, we must - just two as we are - if we hope to make some headway. The worst cowards, banded together, have their power, but you and I have got the skill to fight their best.