Im Frieden begraben die Söhne ihre Väter, im Krieg begraben Väter ihre Söhne.

You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!

How I wish that discord could be banished from the world of gods and men, and with it anger, insidious as trickling honey, anger that makes the wisest man flare up and spreads like smoke through his whole being

Sprachs, und entsandte den speer; ihn richtete Pallas AtheneGrad am aug in die nas; und die schimmernden zähne durchdrang sie;Auch die zung and der wurzel entschnitt das gewaltie erz ihm,Daß die stürmende Spitze am unteren Kinne hinausfuhr. (Ilias; fünfter Gesang V. 290-293)

Iron has powers to draw a man to ruin

Ah my friend, if you and I could escape this fray and live forever, never a trace of age, immortal, I would never fight on the front lines again or command you to the field where men win fame.

There was no room for fear in Achilles' heart and he sprang at the Trojans with his terrible war-cry.

Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing, sooner than war.

The son of Peleus pressed on in search of glory, bespattering his unconquerable hands with gore.