It is tedious to tell again tales already plainly told.

True friends appear less moved than counterfeit.

And would'st thou evil for his good repay?

On these sands and in the clefts of the rocks, in the depths of the sea, in the creaking of the pines, you'll spy secret footprints and catch far-off voices from the homecoming celebration. This land still longs for Odysseus.

For afterwards a man finds pleasure in his pains, when he has suffered long and wandered long. So I will tell you what you ask and seek to know.

I was working on a flat tax proposal and accidentally proved there was no God.

Over the wine-dark sea.