It's in the god's hands.

Men may not believe you, my son. But you must always say the truth, when the truth holds no danger for you or your loved ones.

You count up your dead, every one. Always. Recall them, each and all - every face, every heart.

This fight coming is not a battle of weapons, but a battle of wills.

"Godling? Demigod?" Lysis nearly howled. "You'd be beaten black and blue in Thebes, and staked out overnight for claims like that. In Sparta, the secret police would ambush you, violate you, skin you alive and use your skull for a drinking cup."

A wise one determines his own fate.

Wars don't bring lasting peace, only lasting death.