Homer

It is not right to glory in the slain

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.

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.

The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind

I have suffered much from waves and wars, and now let this trial join the rest.

Not vain the weakest, if their force unite.