We got a little rule back home: If it's brown, drink it down. If it's black, send it back.

Over the wine-dark sea.

We men are wretched things.

Few sons are equal to their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them.

Being popular is the most important thing in the world!

There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

If you are one of earth’s inhabitants, how blest your father, and your gentle mother, blest all your kin. I know what happiness must send the warm tears to their eyes, each time they see their wondrous child go to the dancing! But one man’s destiny is more than blest—he who prevails, and takes you as his bride. Never have I laid eyes on equal beauty in man or woman. I am hushed indeed.