There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.

The sun rose on the flawless brimming sea into a sky all brazen-all one brightening for gods immortal and for mortal men on plowlands kind with grain.

The glorious gifts of the gods are not to be cast aside.

My wife's not some doobie to be passed around! I took a vow on our wedding day to bogart her for life.

The charity that is a trifle to us can be precious to others.

For rarely are sons similar to their fathers: most are worse, and a few are better than their fathers.

Of men who have a sense of honor, more come through alive than are slain, but from those who flee comes neither glory nor any help.