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.

Know from the bounteous heaven all riches flow.

The outcome of the war is in our hands; the outcome of words is in the council.

...he'll never lie - the man is far too wise.

They did not know her-gods are hard for mortals to recognize.

A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.

Fate is the same for the man who holds back, the same if he fights hard. We are all held in a single honor, the brave with the weaklings. A man dies still if he has done nothing, as the one who has done much.