On these sands and in the clefts of the rocks, in the depths of the sea, in the creaking of the pines, you’ll spy secret footprints and catch far-off voices from the homecoming celebration. This land still longs for Odysseus.
Of men who have a sense of honor, more come through alive than are slain, but from those who flee comes neither glory nor any help.
I too shall lie in the dust when I am dead, but now let me win noble renown.
Shoulder-to-shoulder, swing to the work, we must – just two as we are – if we hope to make some headway. The worst cowards, banded together, have their power, but you and I have got the skill to fight their best.
Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev’n to gods is misery.
Whoever among men who walk the Earth has seen these Mysteries is blessed, but whoever in uninitiated and has not received his share of the rite, he will not have the same lot as the others, once he is dead and dwells in the mould where the sun goes down.
We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.
Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,- Such men as live in these degenerate days.
She sent him a warm and gentle wind, and Lord Odysseus was happy as he set his sails to catch the breeze. He sat beside the steering oar and used his skill to steer the raft.
Blame the guy who doesn’t speak Engish.
Suffering is but another name for the teaching of experience, which is the parent of instruction and the schoolmaster of life.
Union Rule 26: Every employee must win ‘Worker of the Week’ at least once, regardless of gross incompetence, obesity or rank odor.
Because they’re stupid, that’s why. That’s why everybody does everything.
A gun is not a weapon! It’s a tool, like a butcher’s knife, or a harpoon, or an alligator.
I think the saddest day of my life was when I realized I could beat my Dad at most things, and Bart experienced that at the age of four.
I’m a Spalding Gray in a Rick Dees world.
It’s about time trees were good for something, instead of just standing there like jerks!
And here I am using my own lungs like a sucker.
You don’t win friends with salad.
Remember that postcard Grandpa sent us from Florida of that Alligator biting that woman’s bottom? That’s right, we all thought it was hilarious. But, it turns out we were wrong. That alligator was sexually harassing that woman.