The man who acts the least, upbraids the most.
Without question it may be said of Vancouver that her position, geographically, is Imperial to a degree, that her possibilities are enormous, and that with but a feeble stretch of the imagination those possibilities might wisely be deemed certainties.
Shame is no comrade for the poor, I weet.
Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends, And swell’d with tempests on the ship descends; White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud Howl o’er the masts, and sing through every shroud: Pale, trembling, tir’d, the sailors freeze with fears; And instant death on every wave appears.
Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke and eloquence of eyes.
Clanless, lawless, homeless is he who is in love with civil war, that brutal ferocious thing.
Beauty- it was a glorious gift of nature.
What greater glory attends a man than what he wins with his racing feet and his striving hands?
It is equally bad when one speeds on the guest unwilling to go, and when he holds back one who is hastening. Rather one should befriend the guest who is there, but speed him when he wishes.
For afterwards a man finds pleasure in his pains, when he has suffered long and wandered long. So I will tell you what you ask and seek to know.
There is nothing worse for mortals than a wandering life.
Few sons are equal to their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them.
I long for home, long for the sight of home.
All deaths are hateful to miserable mortals, but the most pitiable death of all is to starve.
It is not unseemly for a man to die fighting in defense of his country.
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.
Zeus it seems has given us from youth to old age a nice ball of wool to wind-nothing but wars upon wars until we shall perish every one.
The God of War will see fair play-he’s often slain that wants to slay!
Men in their generations are like the leaves of the trees. The wind blows and one year’s leaves are scattered on the ground; but the trees burst into bud and put on fresh ones when the spring comes round.
First you get the sugar, then you get the power, then you get the women.