'Tis man's to fight, but Heaven's to give success.
A decent boldness ever meets with friends.
It is the bold man who every time does best, at home or abroad.
There is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love-making, in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.
A sympathetic friend can be quite dear as a brother.
Two friends-two bodies with one soul inspired.
Achilles absent, was Achilles still.
Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war.
It is not right to exult over slain men.
…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.
Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.
And empty words are evil.
The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, as it pleases him, for he can do all things.
Take courage, my heart: you have been through worse than this. Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.
[I]t is the wine that leads me on, the wild wine that sets the wisest man to sing at the top of his lungs, laugh like a fool – it drives the man to dancing... it even tempts him to blurt out stories better never told.
Reproach is infinite, and knows no end So voluble a weapon is the tongue; Wounded, we wound; and neither side can fail For every man has equal strength to rail.
Too many kings can ruin an army
How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!
Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.
Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing, sooner than war.
