A man dies still if he has done nothing, as one who has done much.
A decent boldness ever meets with friends.
It is a wise child that knows his own father.
Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.
All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.
At last is Hector stretch'd upon the plain,Who fear'd no vengeance for Patroclus slain:Then, Prince! You should have fear'd, what now you feel;Achilles absent was Achilles still:Yet a short space the great avenger stayed,Then low in dust thy strength and glory laid. - Iliad, The.
Winged words.