He knew how to say many false things that were like true sayings.
Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say that we devise their misery. But they themselves- in their depravity- design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns.
By turns the nine delight to sing
A glorious death is his, who for his country falls.
If they think I'm going to stop at that stop sign, they're mistaken!
No TV and no beer makes Homer something something.