And empty words are evil.

Take courage, my heart: you have been through worse than this. Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.

Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.

down the dank mouldering paths and past the Ocean's streams they wentand past the White Rock and the Sun's Western Gates and pastthe Land of Dreams, and soon they reached the fields of asphodelwhere the dead, the burnt-out wraiths of mortals make their home

And overpowered by memoryBoth men gave way to grief. Priam wept freelyFor man - killing Hector, throbbing, crouchingBefore Achilles' feet as Achilles wept himself,Now for his father, now for Patroclus once againAnd their sobbing rose and fell throughout the house.

When night falls and the world lies lost in sleep, I take to my bed, my heart throbbing, about to break,anxieties swarming, piercing—I may go mad with grief.

All right then. Here's my story. Even thoughit plunges me into deeper grief than I feel now. But that's the way of the world, when one has beenso far from home, so long away as I, roving overmany cities of men, enduring many hardships.

These were the colloquies in heaven.

You stupid food!" -Athene to Ares