Rumours voiced by women come to nothing.

But you cannot speak of any glory for happenings that are at once evil and held in dishonor.

Commander against commander, brother against brother, enemy against enemy, I will take my stand. Quick, bring my greaves to protect against spears and stones!

The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun...

Trust my folly then, since it is best for a man truly wise to be thought a fool.

A tyrant's trust dishonors those who earn it.