But he whose inborn worth his acts commend, Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.

Thus have the gods spun the thread for wretched mortals: that they live in grief while they themselves are without cares; for two jars stand on the floor of Zeus of the gifts which he gives, one of evils and another of blessings.

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.

It's disgraceful how these humans blame the gods. They say their tribulations come from us, when they themselves, through their own foolishness, bring hardships which are not decreed by Fate.

Ill fares the State where many masters rule; let one be lord, one king supreme.

All the survivors of the war had reached their homes and so put the perils of battle and the sea behind them.

After the event, even a fool is wise.