Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in the bosom of a man like smoke.

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

Lay ye down the golden chain From Heaven, and pull at its inferior links Both Goddesses and Gods.

Not at all similar are the race of the immortal gods and the race of men who walk upon the earth.

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

To be loved, you have to be nice to people, everyday. But to be hated, you don't have to do squat!

I've finally tapped into that spirit of self-destruction that makes rock-n-roll the king of music!

All right, let's not panic. I'll make the money by selling one of my livers. I can get by with one.

The proof of battle is action, proof of words, debate. No time for speeches now, it's time to fight.

Just are the ways of heaven; from Heaven proceed The woes of man: Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed.

In saffron-colored mantle from the tides Of Oceans rose the Morning to bright light TO gods and men.

Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.

The only monster here is the gambling monster that has enslaved your mother, and I call him Gamblor!

Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.

You know, the one with all the well meaning rules that don't work out in real life, uh, Christianity.

When you're in my house you shall do as I do and believe who I believe in. So Bart butter your bacon.

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

My wife's not some doobie to be passed around! I took a vow on our wedding day to bogart her for life.

There is no greater fame for a man than that which he wins with his footwork or the skill of his hands.

Many shining actions owe their success to chance, though the general or statesman receive the applause.

A man who has been through bitter experiences and travelled far enjoys even his sufferings after a time

It is a wise child that knows his own father. [Lat., Nondum enim quisquam suum parentem ipse cognosvit.]

It is equally offensive to speed a guest who would like to stay and to detain one who is anxious to leave.

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

Which would you rather be, a conqueror in the Olympic games, or the crier that proclaims who are conquerors?

I'm like that guy who single-handedly built the rocket and flew to the moon. What was his name? Apollo Creed?

All the survivors of the war had reached their homes and so put the perils of battle and the sea behind them.

But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.

So it is that the gods do not give all men gifts of grace - neither good looks nor intelligence nor eloquence.

Why cover the same ground again? ... It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.

Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.

There is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love-making, in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.

Proud is the spirit of Zeus-fostered kings - their honor comes from Zeus, and Zeus, god of council, loves them.

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

Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.

Think not to match yourself against the gods, for men that walk the earth cannot hold their own with the immortals.

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

To have a great man for an intimate friend seems pleasant to those who have never tried it; those who have, fear it.

The other day, I was so desperate for a beer, I snuck into the football stadium and ate the dirt under the bleachers.

Fear, O Achilles, the wrath of heaven; think on your own father and have compassion upon me, who am the more pitiable

...like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.

Young men's minds are always changeable, but when an old man is concerned in a matter, he looks both before and after.

Noble and manly music invigorates the spirit, strengthens the wavering man, and incites him to great and worthy deeds.

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.

Restrain yourself... and gloat in silence. I'll have no jubilation here. It is an impious thing to exult over the slain.

You know those balls that they put on car antennas so you can find them in the parking lot? Those should be on every car!

Now from the smooth deep ocean-stream the sun Began to climb the heavens, and with new rays Smote the surrounding fields.

Now what is a wedding? Well, Webster's dictionary describes a wedding as the process of removing weeds from one's garden.

Strife, only a slight thing when she first rears her head but her head soon hits the sky as she strides across the earth.

Kids are great. You can teach them to hate what you hate and, with the Internet and all, they practically raise themselves.

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