Quotes from Homer

The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.

We men are wretched things.

All men owe honor to the poets - honor and awe; for they are dearest to the Muse who puts upon their lips the ways of life.

Beyond his strength no man can fight, although he be eager.

The sun rose on the flawless brimming sea into a sky all brazen-all one brightening for gods immortal and for mortal men on plowlands kind with grain.

I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men

A man who has been through bitter experiences and travelled far enjoys even his sufferings after a time

Think not to match yourself against the gods, for men that walk the earth cannot hold their own with the immortals.

Not at all similar are the race of the immortal gods and the race of men who walk upon the earth.

Forget the brother and resume the man.

Steel itself oft lures a man to fight.

So it is that the gods do not give all men gifts of grace - neither good looks nor intelligence nor eloquence.

I should rather labor as another's serf, in the home of a man without fortune, one whose livelihood was meager, than rule over all the departed dead.

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.

The best thing in the world [is] a strong house held in serenity where man and wife agree.

And not a man appears to tell their fate.

All men have need of the gods.

...if fifty bands of men surrounded us/ and every sword sang for your blood,/ you could make off still with their cows and sheep.

...he'll never lie - the man is far too wise.

A shamefaced man makes a bad beggar.

Never to be cast away are the gifts of the gods, magnificent, which they give of their own will, no man could have them for wanting them.

Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.

As leaves on the trees, such is the life of man.

To labour is the lot of man below; And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.