Homer

There is no greater fame for a man than that which he wins with his footwork or the skill of his hands.

For Fate has wove the thread of life with pain,_x000D_ _x000D_ And twins ev'n from the birth are Misery and Man!

Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.

Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.

There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.

[I]t is the wine that leads me on, the wild wine that sets the wisest man to sing at the top of his lungs, laugh like a fool – it drives the man to dancing... it even tempts him to blurt out stories better never told.

Come, weave us a scheme so I can pay them back! Stand beside me, Athena, fire me with daring, fierce as the day we ripped Troy's glittering crown of towers down. Stand by me - furious now as then, my bright-eyed one - and I would fight three hundred men, great goddess, with you to brace me, comrade-in-arms in battle!

The outcome of the war is in our hands; the outcome of words is in the council.

What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?

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!

Strife and Confusion joined the fight, along with cruel Death, who seized one wounded man while still alive and then another man without a wound, while pulling the feet of one more corpse out from the fight. The clothes Death wore around her shoulders were dyed red with human blood.

But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.

For a friend with an understanding heart is worth no less than a brother

But listen to me first and swear an oath to use all your eloquence and strength to look after me and protect me.

Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle, but let me first do some great thing that shall be told among men hereafter.

Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country's cause.

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

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.

No one can hurry me down to Hades before my time, but if a man's hour is come, be he brave or be he coward, there is no escape for him when he has once been born.

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war.