The fates have given mankind a patient soul.
It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair. But when dogs shame the gray head and gray chin and nakedness of an old man killed, it is the most piteous thing that happens
Miserable mortals who, like leaves, at one moment flame with life, eating the produce of the land, and at another moment weakly perish.
I too shall lie in the dust when I am dead, but now let me win noble renown.
Cleanliness and order are not matters of instinct; they are matters of education, and like most great things, you must cultivate a taste for them.
Once harm has been done, even a fool understands it.
The outcome of the war is in our hands; the outcome of words is in the council.
Of men who have a sense of honor, more come through alive than are slain, but from those who flee comes neither glory nor any help.