Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.

You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!

The stars never lie, but the astrologers lie about the stars.

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

Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.

On these sands and in the clefts of the rocks, in the depths of the sea, in the creaking of the pines, you'll spy secret footprints and catch far-off voices from the homecoming celebration. This land still longs for Odysseus.

There is a fullness of all things, even of sleep and love.