“I long for home, long for the sight of home.”

Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together in the bed of love, we may then have faith and trust in each other.

If you serve too many masters, you’ll soon suffer.

Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.

Young men’s minds are always changeable, but when an old man is concerned in a matter, he looks both before and after.

I promise you I will do everything just as you ask. But come closer. Let us give in to grief, however briefly, in each other’s arms.

Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.

I detest that man, who hides one thing in the depths of his heart, and speaks forth another.

Always be the best, my boy, the bravest, and hold your head up high above all the others. Never disgrace the generation of your fathers. They were the bravest champions.

The stars never lie, but the astrologers lie about the stars.

Any moment might be our last.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other’s good, and melt at other’s woe.

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

I know not what the future holds, but I know who holds the future.

A man who has been through bitter experiences and travelled far enjoys even his sufferings after a time.

My life is more to me than all the wealth of Ilius.

Immortals are never alien to one another.