Clanless, lawless, homeless is he who is in love with civil war, that brutal ferocious thing.
One who contends with immortals lives a very short life.
Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,- Such men as live in these degenerate days.
There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.
Over the wine-dark sea.
Still, we will let all this be a thing of the past, though it hurts us, and beat down by constraint the anger that rises inside us. Now I am making an end of my anger. It does not become me, unrelentingly to rage on