Homer, or Omero (in Italian), is a legendary ancient Greek epic poet, traditionally considered the author of the epic poems the Iliad and the Odyssey. No reliable biographical information about Homer survives from classical antiquity, and he is generally considered a legendary, rather than a historical figure. - GoodReads
It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair. But when dogs shame the gray head and gray chin and nakedness of an old man killed, it is the most piteous thing that happens among wretched mortals.
Zeus does not bring all men's plans to fulfillment.
A companion's words of persuasion are effective.
There is a strength in the union even of very sorry men.
All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.
For rarely are sons similar to their fathers: most are worse, and a few are better than their fathers.
A councilor ought not to sleep the whole night through, a man to whom the populace is entrusted, and who has many responsibilities.
It is not possible to fight beyond your strength, even if you strive.
Once harm has been done, even a fool understands it.
It is equally wrong to speed a guest who does not want to go, and to keep one back who is eager. You ought to make welcome the present guest, and send forth the one who wishes to go.
I too shall lie in the dust when I am dead, but now let me win noble renown.
A small rock holds back a great wave.
The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken.
Evil deeds do not prosper; the slow man catches up with the swift.
The gods, likening themselves to all kinds of strangers, go in various disguises from city to city, observing the wrongdoing and the righteousness of men.
The single best augury is to fight for one's country.
It was built against the will of the immortal gods, and so it did not last for long.
A young man is embarrassed to question an older one.
All men have need of the gods.
There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.
Thus have the gods spun the thread for wretched mortals: that they live in grief while they themselves are without cares; for two jars stand on the floor of Zeus of the gifts which he gives, one of evils and another of blessings.
Dreams surely are difficult, confusing, and not everything in them is brought to pass for mankind. For fleeting dreams have two gates: one is fashioned of horn and one of ivory. Those which pass through the one of sawn ivory are deceptive, bringing tidings which come to nought, but those which issue from the one of polished horn bring true results when a mortal sees them.
Whoever obeys the gods, to him they particularly listen.
If you are very valiant, it is a god, I think, who gave you this gift.
Nothing feebler than a man does the earth raise up, of all the things which breathe and move on the earth, for he believes that he will never suffer evil in the future, as long as the gods give him success and he flourishes in his strength; but when the blessed gods bring sorrows too to pass, even these he bears, against his will, with steadfast spirit, for the thoughts of earthly men are like the day which the father of gods and men brings upon them.
A multitude of rulers is not a good thing. Let there be one ruler, one king.
So it is that the gods do not give all men gifts of grace - neither good looks nor intelligence nor eloquence.
Among all men on the earth bards have a share of honor and reverence, because the muse has taught them songs and loves the race of bards.
Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.
I detest that man who hides one thing in the depths of his heart, and speaks for another.
Miserable mortals who, like leaves, at one moment flame with life, eating the produce of the land, and at another moment weakly perish.
May the gods grant you all things which your heart desires, and may they give you a husband and a home and gracious concord, for there is nothing greater and better than this -when a husband and wife keep a household in oneness of mind, a great woe to their enemies and joy to their friends, and win high renown.
We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.
It is tedious to tell again tales already plainly told.
He knew the things that were and the things that would be and the things that had been before.
Wide-sounding Zeus takes away half a man's worth on the day when slavery comes upon him.
Young men's minds are always changeable, but when an old man is concerned in a matter, he looks both before and after.
You will certainly not be able to take the lead in all things yourself, for to one man a god has given deeds of war, and to another the dance, to another lyre and song, and in another wide-sounding Zeus puts a good mind.
In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!
There is a fullness of all things, even of sleep and love.
There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.
A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth - and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases.
Look now how mortals are blaming the gods, for they say that evils come from us, but in fact they themselves have woes beyond their share because of their own follies.
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.
You ought not to practice childish ways, since you are no longer that age.
The glorious gifts of the gods are not to be cast aside.
By their own follies they perished, the fools.
The minds of the everlasting gods are not changed suddenly.
The fates have given mankind a patient soul.
Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.
He lives not long who battles with the immortals, nor do his children prattle about his knees when he has come back from battle and the dread fray.