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We know how to tell many believable lies,But also, when we want to, how to speak the plain truth.
— Stanley Lombardo
We know how to tell many believable lies,But also, when we want to, how to speak the plain truth.
Whoever escapes marriageWithout any son to support him.
There's no way to get around the mind of Zeus.
Human generations are like leaves in their seasons.Men too. Their generations come and go.
It was glorious to see—if your heart were iron,And you could keep from grieving at all the pain.
Ah, my friend, if you and I could onlyTo another man, or get glory from him.
Don't try to cut any deals with me, Hector.Do wolves and lambs agree to get along?
I have borne what no manI have kissed the hand of the man who killed my son.
And for yourself, may the gods grant youTo their friends and grief to their foes.
Don't try to sell me on death, Odysseus.Than lord it over all these withered dead.
Shimmering,deathless Aphrodite.
Some say an army on horseback,it is whatever you love.
The moon has set,I sleep alone.
Your mission, Roman, is to rule the world.To spare the humbled, and to conquer the proud.
Nothing goes, nothing stays.
Through me is the way to the city of woe.Through me is the way to the lost below.
