The skin of the coward changes color all the time, he can't get a grip on himself, he can't sit still, he squats and rocks, shifting his weight from foot to foot, his heart racing, pounding inside the fellow's ribs,… — Homer Copy Share Image
What greater glory attends a man than what he wins with his racing feet and his striving hands? — 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
