Is he not sacred, even to the gods, the wandering man who comes in weariness?

We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.

Even when someone battles hard, there is an equal portion for one who lingers behind, and in the same honor are held both the coward and the brave man; the idle man and he who has done much meet death alike.

If you don't like your job, you don't strike! You just go in every day, and do it really half assed. That's the American way.

But listen to me first and swear an oath to use all your eloquence and strength to look after me and protect me.

Never to be cast away are the gifts of the gods, magnificent, which they give of their own will, no man could have them for wanting them.

There is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love-making, in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.