And what so tedious as a twice-told tale.

— Homer

And when long years and seasons wheeling brought around that point of time ordained for him to make his passage homeward, trials and dangers, even so, attended him even in Ithaca, near those he loved.

— Homer

...an irresistible sleep fell deeply on his eyes, the sweetest, soundest oblivion, still as the sleep of death itself...

— Homer

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

— Homer

A sympathetic friend can be quite dear as a brother.

— Homer

Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!

— Homer

But now, as it is, sorrows, unending sorrows must surge within your heart as well—for your own son’s death. Never again will you embrace him siding home. My spirit rebels—I’ve lost the will to live, to take my stand in the world of men—

— Homer

But sing no more this bitter tale that wears my heart away

— Homer

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

— Homer

But they could neither of them persuade me, for there is nothing dearer to a man than his own country and his parents, and however splendid a home he may have in a foreign country, if it is far from father or mother, he does not care about it.

— Homer