…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.
You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!
Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim—the greater man.
But now, as it is, sorrows, unending sorrows must surge within your heart as well—for your own son’s death. Never again will you embrace him stiding home. My spirit rebels—I’ve lost the will to live, to take my stand in the world of men—
There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.
But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.
Even were sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing.
Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country's cause.
True friends appear less moved than counterfeit.
And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.
Hunger is insolent, and will be fed.
Two urns on Jove's high throne have ever stood, the source of evil one, and one of good; from thence the cup of mortal man he fills, blessings to these, to those distributes ills; to most he mingles both.
Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.
Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.
To have a great man for an intimate friend seems pleasant to those who have never tried it; those who have, fear it.
Nothing shall I, while sane, compare with a friend.
A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.
Light is the task where many share the toil.
The charity that is a trifle to us can be precious to others.