Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.
She sent him a warm and gentle wind, and Lord Odysseus was happy as he set his sails to catch the breeze. He sat beside the steering oar and used his skill to steer the raft.
Few sons are like their fathers - many are worse, few better.
I've always wondered if there was a God. And now I know there is -- and it's me.
But listen to me first and swear an oath to use all your eloquence and strength to look after me and protect me.
There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.