Restrain yourself... and gloat in silence. I'll have no jubilation here. It is an impious thing to exult over the slain.

When you're in my house you shall do as I do and believe who I believe in. So Bart butter your bacon.

So, the gods don't hand out all their gifts at once, not build and brains and flowing speech to all. One man may fail to impress us with his looks but a god can crown his words with beauty, charm, and men look on with delight when he speaks out. Never faltering, filled with winning self-control, he shines forth at assembly grounds and people gaze at him like a god when he walks through the streets. Another man may look like a deathless one on high but there's not a bit of grace to crown his words. Just like you, my fine, handsome friend.

How delicate her feet who shuns the ground, Stepping a-tiptoe on the heads of men.

By mutual confidence and mutual aid - great deeds are done, and great discoveries made

It is the bold man who every time does best, at home or abroad.

out of sight,out of mind