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For a friend with an understanding heart is worth no less than a brother

For Fate has wove the thread of life with pain, And twins ev'n from the birth are Misery and Man!

Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above With ease can save each object of his love; Wide as his will extends his boundless grace.

Forget the brother and resume the man.

For I am yearning to visit the limits of the all-nurturing Earth, and Oceans, from whom the gods are sprung.

For never, never, wicked man was wise.

For rarely are sons similar to their fathers: most are worse, and a few are better than their fathers.

For they imagined as they wished--that it was a wild shot,/ an unintended killing--fools, not to comprehend/ they were already in the grip of death./ But glaring under his brows Odysseus answered: 'You yellow dogs, you thought I'd never make it/ home from the land of Troy. You took my house to plunder,/ twisted my maids to serve your beds. You dared/ bid for my wife while I was still alive./ Contempt was all you had for the gods who rule wide heaven,/ contempt for what men say of you hereafter./ Your last hour has come. You die in blood.

For when two Join in the same adventure, one perceives Before the other how they ought to act; While one alone, however prompt, resolves More tardily and with a weaker will.

Friend, many and many a dream is mere confusion a cobweb of no consequence at all. Two gates for ghostly dreams there are: One gateway of honest horn, and one of ivory. Issuing by the ivory gate are dreams of glimmering illusion, fantasies, but those that come through solid polished horn may be borne out, if mortals only know them.

From his tongue flowed speech sweeter than honey.

From now on walking is my beer and feeling good is my hangover.

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.

Goddess of song, teach me the story of a hero.

Goddess-nurse of the young, give ear to my prayer, and grant that this woman may reject the love-embraces of youth and dote on grey-haired old men whose powers are dulled, but whose hearts still desire.

God help me, I'm just not that bright.

Good things don't end in -eum; they end in -mania or -teria.

Go on with a spirit that fears nothing.

Greetings, friends. Do you wish to look as happy as me? Well, you've got the power inside you right now. So use it and send one dollar to Happy Dude, 742 Evergreen Terrace, Springfield. Don't delay. Eternal happiness is just a dollar away.

Guns aren't toys! They're for family protection, hunting dangerous or delicious animals, and keeping the King of England out of your face!

Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.

Have patience, heart.

Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.

...he'll never lie - the man is far too wise.

He lives not long who battles with the immortals, nor do his children prattle about his knees when he has come back from battle and the dread fray.

His native home deep imag'd in his soul.

How delicate her feet who shuns the ground, Stepping a-tiptoe on the heads of men.

How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!

Hunger is insolent, and will be fed.

I am a part of all that I have met. Yet, experience is an arch wherethro gleams that untravl'd world whose margin fades forever and forever when I move.

I detest the man who hides on thing in the depths of his heart and speaks forth another.

I didn't lie! I just created fiction with my mouth!

I discovered a meal between breakfast and brunch.

I don't know how much longer I can complain.

...if fifty bands of men surrounded us/ and every sword sang for your blood,/ you could make off still with their cows and sheep.

If it doesn't have siamese twins in a jar, it is not a fair.

If not yet lost to all the sense of shame.

I, for one, know of no sweeter sight for a man's eyes than his own country.

If they think I'm going to stop at that stop sign, they're mistaken!

If you are one of earth’s inhabitants, how blest your father, and your gentle mother, blest all your kin. I know what happiness must send the warm tears to their eyes, each time they see their wondrous child go to the dancing! But one man’s destiny is more than blest—he who prevails, and takes you as his bride. Never have I laid eyes on equal beauty in man or woman. I am hushed indeed.

If you are very valiant, it is a god, I think, who gave you this gift.

If you don't like your job, you don't strike! You just go in every day, and do it really half assed. That's the American way.

If you're gonna get mad at me every time I do something stupid, then I guess I'll just have to stop doing stupid things.

If you serve too many masters, you'll soon suffer.

I guess some people never change... Or, they quickly change and then quickly change back.

I hate To tell again a tale once fully told.

I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men

I live an idle burden to the ground.

Ill fares the State where many masters rule; let one be lord, one king supreme.

I'll get out of this city alive, even if it kills me!