"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."

"He (Hector) does not summon you to come to dance, but to do battle."

"The bow is useless in the hands of a coward."

"There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover's whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad."

"The best of seers is he who guesses well."