It is not right to glory in the slain
A guest never forgets the host who had treated him kindly
I detest that man, who hides one thing in the depths of his heart, and speaks forth another
Bear, O my heart thou hast borne a yet harder thing.
Oh, woman, woman When to ill thy mind is bent, all Hell contains no fouler fiend
My friend should honor him who honors me.
Hunger is insolent, and will be fed
There was one on Kentucky Avenue that sunk so much that a lady couldn't even get out of her driveway.
Miserable mortals who, like leaves, at one moment flame with life, eating the produce of the land, and at another moment weakly perish
There is a strength in the even of very sorry men
Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke and eloquence of eyes.
I detest the man who hides one thing in the depth of his heart and speaks forth another.
A guest never forgets the host who had treated him kindly.
Hunger is insolent, and will be fed.
Two urns on Jove's high throne have ever stood,The source of evil one, and one of good From thence the cup of mortal man he fills,Blessings to these, to those distributes illsTo most he mingles both.
Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.
True friends appear less moved than counterfeit.
A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.
Nothing shall I, while sane, compare with a friend.
The charity that is a trifle to us can be precious to others.
Even were sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing.
GOOD HOMER SOMETIMES NODS
There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep. Homer (700 BC), The Odyssey
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.
At this time we're not prepared to devote the kind of resources needed to succeed. Not in the foreseeable future.