Without TV, it's hard to know when one day ends and another begins.

Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.

And when long years and seasons wheeling brought around that point of time ordained for him to make his passage homeward, trials and dangers, even so, attended him even in Ithaca, near those he loved.

We men are wretched things.

out of sight,out of mind

It was built against the will of the immortal gods, and so it did not last for long.

How vain, without the merit, is the name.