Homer

Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen but his country's cause.

The natural thing, my lord, men and women joined.

Be still my heart, thou hast known worse than this.

Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.

Yet taught by time my heart has learned to glow for other's good and melt at other's woe.

It is not good to have a rule of many.

How vain without the merit is the name.

But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast for gentle ways are best and keep aloof from sharp contentions.

In youth and beauty wisdom is but rare!

Hunger is insolent and will be fed.

Even were sleep is concerned too much is a bad thing.

Two friends two bodies with one soul inspired.

True friends appear less moved than counterfeit.

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

Nothing shall I while sane compare with a friend.

Hateful to me as are the gates of hell Is he who hiding one thing in his heart Utters another.

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

And what he greatly thought he nobly dared.

The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend as to find a friend worth dying for.

A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.