What mighty woes To thy imperial race from woman rose.
Immortals are never alien to one another.
It is not right to glory in the slain
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.
I would rather be a serf in a poor man's house and be above ground than reign among the dead.
Zeus does not bring all men's plans to fulfillment.
See how God ever like with like doth pair, And still the worthless doth the worthless lead!
Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies And sure he will for Wisdom never lies.
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.
It is a wise child that knows his own father. [Lat., Nondum enim quisquam suum parentem ipse cognosvit.]
Pine needle sorbet? Pine needle sorbet?! My kids do NOT eat sorbet. They eat sherbet, and they pronounce it sherbert, and they wish it was ice cream!
A young man is embarrassed to question an older one.
Who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear.
The outcome of the war is in our hands; the outcome of words is in the council.
Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.
The glorious gifts of the gods are not to be cast aside.
Zeus most glorious and most great, Thundercloud, throned in the heavens! Let not the sun go down and the darkness come, until I cast down headlong the citadel of Priam in flames, and burn his gates with blazing fire, and tear to rags the shirt upon Hectors breast! May many of his men fall about him prone in the dust and bite the earth!
Noblest minds are easiest bent.
I long for home, long for the sight of home.
Noble and manly music invigorates the spirit, strengthens the wavering man, and incites him to great and worthy deeds.
The son of Saturn gave The nod with his dark brows. The ambrosial curls Upon the Sovereign One's immortal head Were shaken, and with them the mighty mount, Olympus trembled.
I've always wondered if there was a God. And now I know there is -- and it's me.
Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say that we devise their misery. But they themselves- in their depravity- design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns.
...like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.
Rage - Goddess, sing the rage of Peleus' son Achilles, murderous, doomed, that cost the Achaeans countless losses, hurling down to the House of Death so many sturdy souls, great fighters' souls, but made their bodies carrion, feasts for the dogs and birds, and the will of Zeus was moving toward its end. Begin, Muse, when the two first broke and clashed, Agamemnon lord of men and brilliant Achilles.
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