Homer

Getting out of jury duty is easy. The trick is to say you're prejudiced against all races.

youth is quick in feeling but weak in judgement.

Grief wrapped around her, eating at her heart. The house was full of chairs but she could not bear to sit upright.

The creation of genius always seem like miracles, because they are, for the most part, crated far out of the reach of observation.

Aries in his many fits knows no favorites.

we must set aside old notions and embrace fresh ones; and, as we learn, we must be daily unlearning something which it has cost us no small labour and anxiety to acquire.

My every impulse bends to what is right

A guest never forgets the host who has treated him kindly.

يا كل شئ هنا.. وداعا.

Generations of men are like the leaves.
In winter, winds blow them down to earth,
but then, when spring season comes again,
the budding wood grows more. And so with men:
one generation grows, another dies away.

Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

But listen to me first and swear an oath to use all your eloquence and strength to look after me and protect me.

I say no wealth is worth my life! Not all they claim
was stored in the depths of Troy, that city built on riches,
in the old days of peace before the sons of Achaea came-
not all the gold held fast in the Archer's rocky vaults,
in Phoebus Apollo's house on Pytho's sheer cliffs!
Cattle and fat sheep can all be had for the raiding,
tripods all for the trading, and tawny-headed stallions.
But a man's life breath cannot come back again-
no raiders in force, no trading brings it back,
once it slips through a man's clenched teeth.
Mother tells me,
the immortal goddess Thetis with her glistening feet,
that two fates bear me on to the day of death.
If I hold out here and I lay siege to Troy,
my journey home is gone, but my glory never dies.
If I voyage back to the fatherland I love,
my pride, my glory dies...
true, but the life that's left me will be long,
the stroke of death will not come on me quickly.

What is proper to hear, no one, human or divine, will hear before you.

"Hyrtacides pummeled his thighs and groaned and bit his lip and said: "O Father Zeus, you, even you, turn out to be a liar." [bk.12]"