The Odyssey

Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.

There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.

There is nothing more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.

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

Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.

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

Men are so quick to blame the gods: they saythat we devise their misery. But theythemselves- in their depravity- designgrief greater than the griefs that fate assigns.

Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death

My name is Nobody.

Ah how shameless – the way these mortals blame the gods. From us alone they say come all their miseries yes but they themselves with their own reckless ways compound their pains beyond their proper share.

[I]t is the wine that leads me on,the wild winethat sets the wisest man to singat the top of his lungs,laugh like a fool – it drives theman to dancing... it eventempts him to blurt out storiesbetter never told.

The blade itself incites to deeds of violence.

And empty words are evil.

Each man delights in the work that suits him best.

There will be killing till the score is paid.

some things you will think of yourself,...some things God will put into your mind

Take courage, my heart: you have been through worse than this. Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.

Few sons are like their fathers--most are worse, few better.

Now from his breast into the eyes the acheof longing mounted, and he wept at last,his dear wife, clear and faithful, in his arms, longed for as the sunwarmed earth is longed for by a swimmerspent in rough water where his ship went downunder Poseidon's blows, gale winds and tons of sea.Few men can keep alive through a big serfto crawl, clotted with brine, on kindly beachesin joy, in joy, knowing the abyss behind:and so she too rejoiced, her gaze upon her husband, her white arms round him pressed as though forever.

out of sight,out of mind

Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep,even so I will endure…For already have I suffered full much,and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war.Let this be added to the tale of those.

Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the storyof that man skilled in all ways of contending,the wanderer, harried for years on end

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

Immortals are never alien to one another.

Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.

So, the gods don't hand out all their gifts at once, not build and brains and flowing speech to all. One man may fail to impress us with his looks but a god can crown his words with beauty, charm, and men look on with delight when he speaks out. Never faltering, filled with winning self-control, he shines forth at assembly grounds and people gaze at him like a god when he walks through the streets. Another man may look like a deathless one on high but there's not a bit of grace to crown his words. Just like you, my fine, handsome friend.

Tell me about a complicated man. Muse, tell me how he wandered and was lostwhen he had wrecked the holy town of Troy, and where he went, and who he met, the pain he suffered in the storms at sea, and howhe worked to save his life and bring his menback home. He failed to keep them safe; poor fools,they ate the Sun God’s cattle, and the godkept them from home. Now goddess, child of Zeus,tell the old story for our modern times.Find the beginning.

These nights are endless, and a man can sleep through them,or he can enjoy listening to stories, and you have no needto go to bed before it is time. Too much sleep is onlya bore. And of the others, any one whose heart and spiriturge him can go outside and sleep, and then, when the dawn shows,breakfast first, then go out to tend the swine of our master.But we two, sitting here in the shelter, eating and drinking,shall entertain each other remembering and retellingour sad sorrows. For afterwards a man who has sufferedmuch and wandered much has pleasure out of his sorrows.

down from his browshe ran his curlslike thick hyacinth clustersfull of blooms

Aries in his many fits knows no favorites.