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Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endure… For already have I suffered full much, and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war. Let this be added to the tale of those.
Homer
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All deaths are hateful to miserable mortals, but the most pitiable death of all is to starve.
Homer
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Marge, when I join an underground cult I expect a little support from my family.
Homer
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How vain, without the merit, is the name.
Homer
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I've gone back in time to when dinosaurs weren't just confined to zoos.
Homer
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Too many kings can ruin an army.
Homer
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Wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.
Homer
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I guess some people never change... Or, they quickly change and then quickly change back.
Homer
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When you're in my house you shall do as I do and believe who I believe in. So Bart butter your bacon.
Homer
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Old people don't need companionship. They need to be isolated and studied so it can be determined what nutrients they have that might be extracted for our personal use.
Homer
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Why cover the same ground again? ... It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.
Homer
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The skin of the coward changes color all the time, he can't get a grip on himself, he can't sit still, he squats and rocks, shifting his weight from foot to foot, his heart racing, pounding inside the fellow's ribs, his teeth chattering. He dreads some grisly death. But the skin of a brave soldier never blanches. He's all control. Tense but no great fear.
Homer
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All men owe honor to the poets - honor and awe; for they are dearest to the Muse who puts upon their lips the ways of life.
Homer
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You can't go wrong with cocktail weenies. They look as good as they taste. And they come in this delicious red sauce. It looks like ketchup, it tastes like ketchup, but brother, it ain't ketchup!
Homer
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Now from his breast into the eyes the ache of longing mounted, and he wept at last, his dear wife, clear and faithful, in his arms, longed for as the sunwarmed earth is longed for by a swimmer spent in rough water where his ship went down under Poseidon's blows, gale winds and tons of sea. Few men can keep alive through a big serf to crawl, clotted with brine, on kindly beaches in joy, in joy, knowing the abyss behind: and so she too rejoiced, her gaze upon her husband, her white arms round him pressed as though forever.
Homer
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Even a fool learns something once it hits him.
Homer
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Most grievous of all deaths it is to die of hunger.
Homer
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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.
Homer
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I can't even say the word 'titmouse' without giggling like a schoolgirl.
Homer
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Achilles absent was Achilles still!
Homer
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It is equally bad when one speeds on the guest unwilling to go, and when he holds back one who is hastening. Rather one should befriend the guest who is there, but speed him when he wishes.
Homer
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But you, Achilles,/ There is not a man in the world more blest than you--/ There never has been, never will be one./ Time was, when you were alive, we Argives/ honored you as a god, and now down here, I see/ You Lord it over the dead in all your power./ So grieve no more at dying, great Achilles.’ I reassured the ghost, but he broke out protesting,/ ‘No winning words about death to me, shining Odysseus!/ By god, I’d rather slave on earth for another man--/ Some dirt-poor tenant farmer who scrapes to keep alive—than rule down here over all the breathless dead.
Homer
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Always to be best, and distinguished above the rest.
Homer
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The best things beyond their measure cloy.
Homer
