We're goin bowling. If we don't come back, avenge our deaths.
Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.
A small rock holds back a great wave.
Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
For Fate has wove the thread of life with pain, And twins ev'n from the birth are Misery and Man!
Beauty- it was a glorious gift of nature.
Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim—the greater man.
When are people going to learn? Democracy doesn't work.
...he'll never lie - the man is far too wise.
Achilles glared at him and answered, "Fool, prate not to me about covenants. There can be no covenants between men and lions, wolves and lambs can never be of one mind, but hate each other out and out an through. Therefore there can be no understanding between you and me, nor may there be any covenants between us, till one or other shall fall
The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, as it pleases him, for he can do all things.
Tell me, O muse, of travellers far and wide
Why cover the same ground again? ... It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.
The single best augury is to fight for one's country.
How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!
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.
A man's life breath cannot come back again-- no raiders in force, no trading brings it back, once it slips through a man's clenched teeth.
Clanless, lawless, homeless is he who is in love with civil war, that brutal ferocious thing.
It never was our guise to slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold; Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold, Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway, Can bribe the poor possession of the day.
No TV and no beer makes Homer something something.
Yet while my Hector still survives, I see My father, mother, brethren, all in thee.
Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light, And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.
Money can be exchanged for goods and services!
You never know when an old calendar might come in handy! Sure, it's not 1985 right now, but who knows what tomorrow will bring?
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