[I]t is the wine that leads me on, the wild wine that sets the wisest man to sing at the top of his lungs, laugh like a fool – it drives the man to dancing... it even tempts him to blurt out stories better never told.

In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!

For too much rest becomes a pain.

I discovered a meal between breakfast and brunch.

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

Rage - Goddess, sing the rage of Peleus' son Achilles, murderous, doomed, that cost the Achaeans countless losses, hurling down to the House of Death so many sturdy souls, great fighters' souls, but made their bodies carrion, feasts for the dogs and birds, and the will of Zeus was moving toward its end. Begin, Muse, when the two first broke and clashed, Agamemnon lord of men and brilliant Achilles.

He knew the things that were and the things that would be and the things that had been before.