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 will be killing till the score is paid.

The rest were vulgar deaths unknown to fame.

But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.

By mutual confidence and mutual aid - great deeds are done, and great discoveries made

...like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.

If you're gonna get mad at me every time I do something stupid, then I guess I'll just have to stop doing stupid things.