The author of the Iliad is either Homer or, if not Homer, somebody else of the same name.
Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.
Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing, sooner than war.
I detest that man who hides one thing in the depths of his heart, and speaks for another.
The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for.
It is equally offensive to speed a guest who would like to stay and to detain one who is anxious to leave.
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
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