These passions of soul, these conflicts so fierce, will cease, and be repressed by the casting of a little dust.

I fear the Greeks, even when they bring gifts.

Their rage supplies them with weapons.

Each draws to his best-loved.

Easy is the descent to hell; all night long, all day, the doors of dark Hades stand open; but to retrace the path; to come out again to the sweet air of Heaven - there is the task, there is the burden.

To have died once is enough.

Such is the love of praise, so great the anxiety for victory.