There is no greater fame for a man than that which he wins with his footwork or the skill of his hands.
HomerRead
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
Interpretation
The quote reflects the futility of trying to establish agreements between fundamentally opposing forces.
Achilles' statement underscores the inherent conflict and animosity between beings that are fundamentally different, such as men and lions or wolves and lambs. It suggests that true understanding and agreements are impossible between those who are in direct opposition to each other, illustrating a broader commentary on power dynamics and enmity in human relations.
In practice
In a debate about foreign policy, one might quote this to emphasize the futility of negotiations with hostile entities.
There is no greater fame for a man than that which he wins with his footwork or the skill of his hands.
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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.
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Though you break your heart, men will go on as before.
If a flower had a God it would not be a transcendental flower but a field.
With the aurora borealis flaming coldly overhead, or the stars leaping in the frost dance, and the land numb and frozen under its pall of snow, this song of the huskies might have been the defiance of life, only it was pitched in minor key, with long-drawn wailings and half-sobs, and was more the pleading of life, the articulate travail of existence. It was an old song, old as the breed itself--one of the first songs of the younger world in a day when songs were sad.
One day, Annabel saw the sun and moon in the sky at the same time. The sight filled her with a terror which entirely consumed her and did not leave her until the night closed in catastrophe for she had no instinct for self-preservation if she was confronted by ambiguities.
I believe everyone should have a good death. You know, with your grandchildren around you, a bit of sobbing. Because after all, tears are appropriate on a death bed. And you say goodbye to your loved ones, making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop.
Freedom always deals with 'the possible'; this gives freedom its great flexibility, its fascination, and its dangers.
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