Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.
It is a wise child that knows his own father.
Even the poorest fighters turn into brave men when they stand side by side.
A decent boldness ever meets with friends.
Do not mourn the dead with the belly.
The belly is the commanding part of the body.
All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.
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 the dogs shame the gray head and gray chin and nakedness of an old man killed, it is the most piteous thing that happens among wretched mortals.
Achilles absent, was Achilles still.