Achilles Absent Was Achilles Still!

His Descent Was Like Nightfall.

Even When Someone Battles Hard, There Is An Equal Portion For One Who Lingers Behind, And In The Same Honor Are Held Both The Coward And The Brave Man; The Idle Man And He Who Has Done Much Meet Death Alike.

Be Still My Heart; Thou Hast Known Worse Than This.

Sweet Sleep Fell Upon His Eyelids, Unwakeful, Most Pleasant, The Nearest Like Death.

It Is Not Strength, But Art, Obtains The Prize, And To Be Swift Is Less Than To Be Wise.