Homer Quotes
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Oh, my tattered rags are caught on your coffee table.
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I detest the man who hides on thing in the depths of his heart and speaks forth another.
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Pine needle sorbet? Pine needle sorbet?! My kids do NOT eat sorbet. They eat sherbet, and they pronounce it sherbert, and they wish it was ice cream!
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Content to follow when we lead the way.
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Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.
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Think not to match yourself against the gods, for men that walk the earth cannot hold their own with the immortals.
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Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,- Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies: They fall successive, and successive rise.
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But listen to me first and swear an oath to use all your eloquence and strength to look after me and protect me.
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I, for one, know of no sweeter sight for a man's eyes than his own country.
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Tell me, O muse, of travellers far and wide.
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Young men's minds are always changeable, but when an old man is concerned in a matter, he looks both before and after.
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Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
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Beyond his strength no man can fight, although he be eager.
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Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!
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Just once I'd like someone to call me 'Sir' without adding 'You're making a scene.'
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Too dear I prized a fair enchanting face: beauty unchaste is beauty in disgrace.
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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.
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By turns the nine delight to sing.
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Now what is a wedding? Well, Webster's dictionary describes a wedding as the process of removing weeds from one's garden.
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All things are in the hand of heaven, and Folly, eldest of Jove's daughters, shuts men's eyes to their destruction. She walks delicately, not on the solid earth, but hovers over the heads of men to make them stumble or to ensnare them.
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Toil is the lot of all, and bitter woe The fate of many.
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Good things don't end in -eum; they end in -mania or -teria.
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And now I'm using sarcasm, to confess the whole thing so later I could say I already told you.
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Close to the Gates a spacious Garden lies, From the Storms defended and inclement Skies; Four Acres was the allotted Space of Ground, Fenc'd with a green Enclosure all around. Tall thriving Trees confessed the fruitful Mold: The reddening Apple ripens here to Gold, Here the blue Fig with luscious Juice overflows, With deeper Red the full Pomegranate glows, The Branch here bends beneath the weighty Pear, And verdant Olives flourish round the Year.