Few sons are like their fathers–most are worse, few better.
But 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.
Mother tells me, the immortal goddess Thetis with her glistening feet, that two fates bear me on to the day of death. If I hold out here and I lay siege to Troy, my journey home is gone, but my glory never dies. If I voyage back to the fatherland I love, my pride, my glory dies…true, but the life that’s left me will be long, the stroke of death will not come on me quickly.
Think not to match yourself against the gods, for men that walk the earth cannot hold their own with the immortals.
the motives of the writer form as important an ingredient in the analysis or his history, as the facts he records. Probability is a powerful and troublesome test; and it is by this troublesome standard that a large portion of historical evidence is sifted.
My name is Nobody.
Heaven has appointed us dwellers on earth a time for all things.
Each man delights in the work that suits him best.
Oh for shame, how the mortals put the blame on us gods, for they say evils come from us, but it is they, rather, who by their own recklessness win sorrow beyond what is given…
They made these improving remarks to one another, but Apollo leaned aside to say to Hermes: “Son of Zeus, beneficent Wayfinder, would you accept a coverlet of chain, if only you lay by Aphrodite’s golden side?
It is hateful to me to tell a story over again, when it has been well told.