Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.
HOMERHateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.
HOMERThe journey is its own reward.
HOMERA small rock holds back a great wave.
HOMEREach man delights in the work that suits him best.
HOMERToo many kings can ruin an army.
HOMERThere is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible – magic to make the sanest man go mad.
HOMERThe melancholy joys of evils pass’d, For he who much has suffer’d, much will know.
HOMERThere is no greater fame for a man than that which he wins with his footwork or the skill of his hands.
HOMERThe force of union conquers all.
HOMERBe still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.
HOMERFate is the same for the man who holds back, the same if he fights hard.
HOMERNoblest minds are easiest bent.
HOMERWine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.
HOMERAlways to be best, and distinguished above the rest.
HOMERIn youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!
HOMERLight is the task where many share the toil.
HOMER