“For my part I have no joy in tears after dinnertime. There will always be a new dawn tomorrow. Yet I can… — Homer Copy Share Image
“I would rather follow the plow as thrall to another man, one with no land allotted him and not much to live… — Homer Copy Share Image
Thus have the gods spun the thread for wretched mortals: that they live in grief while they themselves are without cares; for… — Homer Copy Share Image
That is the gods' work, spinning threads of death through the lives of mortal men, an all to make a song for… — Homer Copy Share Image
“But death is a thing that comes to all alike. Not even the gods can fend it away from a man they… — Homer Copy Share Image
Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly… — Homer Copy Share Image
Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most… — Homer Copy Share Image
You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you,… — Homer Copy Share Image
Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say that we devise their misery. But they themselves- in their depravity- design… — Homer Copy Share Image
A man's life breath cannot come back again-- no raiders in force, no trading brings it back, once it slips through a… — Homer Copy Share Image
“Oh for shame, how the mortals put the blame on us gods, for they say evils come from us, but it is… — Homer Copy Share Image
Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured. — Homer Copy Share Image
“Say not a word in death's favor; I would rather be a paid servant in a poor man's house and be above… — Homer Copy Share Image
He knew the things that were and the things that would be and the things that had been before. — Homer Copy Share Image
The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, as it pleases him, for he can do all things. — Homer Copy Share Image
“Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story of that man skilled in all ways of contending, the wanderer, harried for years… — Homer Copy Share Image
Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another. — Homer Copy Share Image
“And Zeus said: “Hera, you can choose some other time for paying your visit to Oceanus — for the present let us devote ourselves… — Homer Copy Share Image
Ruin, eldest daughter of Zeus, she blinds us all, that fatal madness—she with those delicate feet of hers, never touching the earth, gliding over… — Homer Copy Share Image
“Scepticism is as much the result of knowledge, as knowledge is of scepticism. To be content with what we at present know, is, for… — Homer Copy Share Image
“With that the dream departed, leaving him there, his heart racing with hopes that would not come to pass. He thought he would take… — Homer Copy Share Image
Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy. — Homer Copy Share Image
