"And overpowered by memory both men gave way to grief. Priam wept freely for man - killing Hector, throbbing, crouching before Achilles' feet as Achilles wept himself, now for his father, now for Patro…"

"Very like leaves upon this earth are the generations of men -- old leaves, cast on the ground by wind, young leaves the greening forest bears when spring comes in. So mortals pass; one generation flow…"

"There is no strength in weakness."

"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."

"And it is not a good thing to be a guest in a strange land, for a man may be a burden to his host."