One race there is of men, one of gods, but from one mother we both draw our breath.
Words have a longer life than deeds.
War is sweet for those who haven't experienced it.
Great deeds give choice of many tales. Choose a slight tale, enrich it large, and then let wise men listen
Mother of the Sun, Theia of many names, for your sake men honor gold as more powerful than anything else; and through the value you bestow on them, o queen, ships contending on the sea and yoked teams of horses in swift-whirling contests become marvels.
War is sweet to those who never tried it.