I war not with the dead.
I am a part of all that I have met. Yet, experience is an arch wherethro gleams that untravl’d world whose margin fades forever and forever when I move.
Dreams are sent by God.
Goddess-nurse of the young, give ear to my prayer, and grant that this woman may reject the love-embraces of youth and dote on grey-haired old men whose powers are dulled, but whose hearts still desire.
By mutual confidence and mutual aid – great deeds are done, and great discoveries made.
She threw into the wine which they were drinking a drug which takes away grief and passion and brings forgetfulness of all ills.
Wine sets even a thoughtful man to singing, or sets him into softly laughing, sets him to dancing. Sometimes it tosses out a word that was better unspoken.
Which would you rather be, a conqueror in the Olympic games, or the crier that proclaims who are conquerors?
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.
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