And when long years and seasons wheeling brought around that point of time ordained for him to make his passage homeward, trials and dangers, even so, attended him even in Ithaca, near those he loved.
The journey is the thing.
For never, never, wicked man was wise.
'T is fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
Wine gives strength to weary men.
Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.