In saffron-colored mantle, from the tides of ocean rose the morning to bring light to gods and men.
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Here lies... Walt Whitman. Aaargh! Damn you Walt Whitman! I... hate... you... Walt... freakin... Whitman, leaves of grass my ass!
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Evil deeds do not prosper; the slow man catches up with the swift.
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The argument of Alcidamas: Everyone honours the wise. Thus the Parians have honoured Archilochus, in spite of his bitter tongue; the Chians Homer, though he was not their countryman; the Mytilenaeans Sappho, though she was a woman; the Lacedaemonians actually made Chilon a member of their senate, though they are the least literary of men; the inhabitants of Lampsacus gave public burial to Anaxagoras, though he was an alien, and honour him even to this day.
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Whoever obeys the gods, to him they particularly listen.
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There is a strength in the union even of very sorry men.
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May the gods grant you all things which your heart desires, and may they give you a husband and a home and gracious concord, for there is nothing greater and better than this -when a husband and wife keep a household in oneness of mind, a great woe to their enemies and joy to their friends, and win high renown.
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At last is Hector stretch'd upon the plain,Who fear'd no vengeance for Patroclus slainThen, Prince You should have fear'd, what now you feelAchilles absent was Achilles stillYet a short space the great avenger stayed,Then low in dust thy strength and glory laid.
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Nothing feebler than a man does the earth raise up, of all the things which breathe and move on the earth, for he believes that he will never suffer evil in the future, as long as the gods give him success and he flourishes in his strength; but when the blessed gods bring sorrows too to pass, even these he bears, against his will, with steadfast spirit, for the thoughts of earthly men are like the day which the father of gods and men brings upon them.
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Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific--and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise-- Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
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The author of the Iliad is either Homer or, if not Homer, somebody else of the same name.
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But all is changed, that high horse riderless, Though mounted in that saddle Homer rode...
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We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.
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The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken.
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There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep. Homer (~700 BC), The Odyssey
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Socrates called beauty a short-lived tyranny; Plato, a privilege of nature; Theophrastus, a silent cheat; Theocritus, a delightful prejudice; Carneades, a solitary kingdom; Aristotle, that it was better than all the letters of recommendation in the world; Homer, that it was a glorious gift of nature; and Ovid, that it was favor bestowed by the gods.
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Among all men on the earth bards have a share of honor and reverence, because the muse has taught them songs and loves the race of bards.
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A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth - and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases.
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I saw this in a movie about a bus that had to SPEED around a city, keeping its SPEED over fifty, and if its SPEED dropped, it would explode! I think it was called, 'The Bus That Couldn't Slow Down.' by
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Thus have the gods spun the thread for wretched mortals that they live in grief while they themselves are without cares for two jars stand on the floor of Zeus of the gifts which he gives, one of evils and another of blessings.
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All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.
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But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.
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Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.
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A multitude of rulers is not a good thing. Let there be one ruler, one king.
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All men have need of the gods.
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LISA: Dad, why are you dedicating you life to blasphemy? HOMER: Don't worry, sweetheart. If I'm wrong, I'll recant on my deathbed.
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For rarely are sons similar to their fathers most are worse, and a few are better than their fathers.
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A decent boldness ever meets with friends.
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A young man is embarrassed to question an older one.
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The persuasion of a friend is a strong thing.
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