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.

It is not possible to fight beyond your strength, even if you strive.

You will certainly not be able to take the lead in all things yourself, for to one man a god has given deeds of war, and to another the dance, to another lyre and song, and in another wide-sounding Zeus puts a good mind.

It was built against the will of the immortal gods, and so it did not last for long.

Even when someone battles hard, there is an equal portion for one who lingers behind, and in the same honor are held both the coward and the brave man; the idle man and he who has done much meet death alike.

Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.

A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth – and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases.

He lives not long who battles with the immortals, nor do his children prattle about his knees when he has come back from battle and the dread fray.