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.
The gods, likening themselves to all kinds of strangers, go in various disguises from city to city, observing the wrongdoing and the righteousness of men.
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