The ugliest man was he who came to Troy; with squinting eyes and one distorted foot.

Whoever among men who walk the Earth has seen these Mysteries is blessed, but whoever in uninitiated and has not received his share of the rite, he will not have the same lot as the others, once he is dead and dwells in the mould where the sun goes down.

If you are very valiant, it is a god, I think, who gave you this gift.

There will be killing till the score is paid.

It is equally wrong to speed a guest who does not want to go, and to keep one back who is eager. You ought to make welcome the present guest, and send forth the one who wishes to go.

I am a part of all that I have met. Yet, experience is an arch wherethro gleams that untravl'd world whose margin fades forever and forever when I move.

Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.