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That is the gods' work, spinning threads of death through the lives of mortal men, an all to make a song for those to come.
All men owe honor to the poets - honor and awe; for they are dearest to the Muse who puts upon their lips the ways of life.
Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
Wine lead to folly, making even the wise to laugh immoderately, to dance, and to utter what had better have been kept silent.
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.
Suffering is but another name for the teaching of experience, which is the parent of instruction and the schoolmaster of life.
There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.
There is no greater glory that can befall a man that what he achieves with the speed of his feet or the strength of his hands.
Do not beg me by knees or by parents you dog! I only wish I were savagely wrathful enough to hack up your corpse and eat it raw
You never know when an old calendar might come in handy! Sure, it's not 1985 right now, but who knows what tomorrow will bring?
It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair.
She threw into the wine which they were drinking a drug which takes away grief and passion and brings forgetfulness of all ills
The internet wasn't created for mockery, it was supposed to help researchers at different universities share data sets. It was!
This is the way I've always thought it should be. We've always blamed ourselves, but I guess we know what cylinder wasn't firing!
...if fifty bands of men surrounded us/ and every sword sang for your blood,/ you could make off still with their cows and sheep.
Union Rule 26: Every employee must win 'Worker of the Week' at least once, regardless of gross incompetence, obesity or rank odor.
Of men who have a sense of honor, more come through alive than are slain, but from those who flee comes neither glory nor any help.
Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly perish.
A councilor ought not to sleep the whole night through, a man to whom the populace is entrusted, and who has many responsibilities.
Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above With ease can save each object of his love; Wide as his will extends his boundless grace.
Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle, but let me first do some great thing that shall be told among men hereafter.
O Friends, be men, and let your hearts be strong And let no warrior in the heat of fight, Do what may bring him shame in others' eyes
Zeus it seems has given us from youth to old age a nice ball of wool to wind-nothing but wars upon wars until we shall perish every one.
Among all men on the earth bards have a share of honor and reverence, because the muse has taught them songs and loves the race of bards.
Never to be cast away are the gifts of the gods, magnificent, which they give of their own will, no man could have them for wanting them.
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.
Guns aren't toys! They're for family protection, hunting dangerous or delicious animals, and keeping the King of England out of your face!
[But] age, the common enemy of mankind, has laid his hand upon you; would that it had fallen upon some other, and that you were still young.
For afterwards a man finds pleasure in his pains, when he has suffered long and wandered long. So I will tell you what you ask and seek to know.
My hour at last has come; Yet not ingloriously or passively I die, but first will do some valiant deed, Of which mankind shall hear in after time.
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.
Pine needle sorbet? Pine needle sorbet?! My kids do NOT eat sorbet. They eat sherbet, and they pronounce it sherbert, and they wish it was ice cream!
I should rather labor as another's serf, in the home of a man without fortune, one whose livelihood was meager, than rule over all the departed dead.
We live in a society of laws. Why do you think I took you to all those Police Academy movies? For fun? Well, I didn't hear anybody laughing, did you?
Look, I'm not asking you to like me, I'm not asking you to put yourself in a position where I can touch your goodies, I'm just asking you to be fair.
The sun rose on the flawless brimming sea into a sky all brazen-all one brightening for gods immortal and for mortal men on plowlands kind with grain.
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.
Oh, look at me! I'm making people happy! I'm the Magical Man from Happy-Land, in a gumdrop house on Lollipop Lane! Oh, by the way, I was being sarcastic.
The gods, likening themselves to all kinds of strangers, go in various disguises from city to city, observing the wrongdoing and the righteousness of men.
Wine sets even a thoughtful man to singing, or sets him into softly laughing, sets him to dancing. Sometimes it tosses out a word that was better unspoken.
Reproach is infinite, and knows no end So voluble a weapon is the tongue; Wounded, we wound; and neither side can fail For every man has equal strength to rail.
Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.
No one can hurry me down to Hades before my time, but if a man's hour is come, be he brave or be he coward, there is no escape for him when he has once been born.
And by the Sacred Parchment, I swear that if I reveal the secrets of The Stonecutters, may my stomach become bloated and my head be plucked of all but three hairs
There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.
The generation of mankind is like the generation of leaves. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the living tree burgeons with leaves again in the spring.
Look now how mortals are blaming the gods, for they say that evils come from us, but in fact they themselves have woes beyond their share because of their own follies.
Old people don't need companionship. They need to be isolated and studied so it can be determined what nutrients they have that might be extracted for our personal use.
There is nothing more dread and more shameless than a woman who plans such deeds in her heart as the foul deed which she plotted when she contrived her husband's murder.
Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together in the bed of love, we may then have faith and trust in each other.