Homer

Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together in the bed of love, we may then have faith and trust in each other.

Ah how shameless – the way these mortals blame the gods. From us alone they say come all their miseries yes but they themselves with their own reckless ways compound their pains beyond their proper share.

We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.

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.

The generation of mankind is like the generation of leaves. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the living tree burgeons with leaves again in the spring.

'T is fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.

To labour is the lot of man below; And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.

To-morrow we embark upon the boundless sea.

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.

Zeus does not bring all men's plans to fulfillment.

Friend, many and many a dream is mere confusion a cobweb of no consequence at all. Two gates for ghostly dreams there are: One gateway of honest horn, and one of ivory. Issuing by the ivory gate are dreams of glimmering illusion, fantasies, but those that come through solid polished horn may be borne out, if mortals only know them.

Life and death are balanced as it were on the edge of a razor

It is not right to glory in the slain

I'll get out of this city alive, even if it kills me!

Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.

For never, never, wicked man was wise.

The melancholy joys of evils pass'd, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.

For too much rest becomes a pain.

I detest the man who hides on thing in the depths of his heart and speaks forth another.

Whenever a man is tired, wine is a great restorer of strength.

Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.