Homer

Everything flows and nothing stays.

Modesty is of no use to a beggar.

Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly perish.

His native home deep imag'd in his soul.

The fates have given mankind a patient soul.

Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.

By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, and what to those we give, to Jove is lent.

Better to live or die, once and for all, than die by inches.

Better to flee from death than feel its grip.

If you are one of earth’s inhabitants, how blest your father, and your gentle mother, blest all your kin. I know what happiness must send the warm tears to their eyes, each time they see their wondrous child go to the dancing! But one man’s destiny is more than blest—he who prevails, and takes you as his bride. Never have I laid eyes on equal beauty in man or woman. I am hushed indeed.

And overpowered by memory Both men gave way to grief. Priam wept freely For man - killing Hector, throbbing, crouching Before Achilles' feet as Achilles wept himself, Now for his father, now for Patroclus once again And their sobbing rose and fell throughout the house.

The roaring seas and many a dark range of mountains lie between us.

Even the bravest cannot fight beyond his power

The blade itself incites to deeds of violence.

There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

Like a girl, a baby running after her mother, begging to be picked up, and she tugs on her skirts, holding her back as she tries to hurry off—all tears, fawning up at her, till she takes her in her arms… That’s how you look, Patroclus, streaming live tears.

He knew how to say many false things that were like true sayings.

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

Reproach is infinite, and knows no end So voluble a weapon is the tongue; Wounded, we wound; and neither side can fail For every man has equal strength to rail.

My life is more to me than all the wealth of Ilius

I say no wealth is worth my life.