No TV and no beer makes Homer something something.

It is tedious to tell again tales already plainly told.

A councilor ought not to sleep the whole night through, a man to whom the populace is entrusted, and who has many responsibilities.

The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.

All deaths are hateful to miserable mortals, but the most pitiable death of all is to starve.

Like a girl, a baby running after her mother, begging to be picked up, and she tugs on her skirts, holding her back as she tries to hurry off—all tears, fawning up at her, till she takes her in her arms… That’s how you look, Patroclus, streaming live tears.

The single best augury is to fight for one's country.