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Whoever Among Men Who Walk The Earth Has Seen These Mysteries Is Blessed, But Whoever In Uninitiated And Has Not Received His Share Of The Rite, He Will Not Have The Same Lot As The Others, Once He Is Dead And Dwells In The Mould Where The Sun Goes Down.

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Whoever Among Men Who Walk The Earth Has Seen These Mysteries Is Blessed, But Whoever In Uninitiated And Has Not Received His Share Of The Rite, He Will Not Have The Same Lot As The Others, Once He Is Dead And Dwells In The Mould Where The Sun Goes Down.

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The Bitter Dregs Of Fortune's Cup To Drain.

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Over The Wine-dark Sea.

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The Melancholy Joys Of Evils Pass'd, For He Who Much Has Suffer'd, Much Will Know.

Why So Much Grief For Me? No Man Will Hurl Me Down To Death, Against My Fate. And Fate? No One Alive Has Ever Escaped It, Neither Brave Man Nor Coward, I Tell You - It’s Born With Us The Day That We Are Born.

Nothing Feebler Does Earth Nurture Than Man, Of All Things Breathing And Moving.

Boy, Everyone Is Stupid Except Me.

Wine Gives Strength To Weary Men.

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For I Am Yearning To Visit The Limits Of The All-nurturing Earth, And Oceans, From Whom The Gods Are Sprung.

Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink Beer. That’s For Daddies, And Kids With Fake Ids.

Everything Flows And Nothing Stays.

I Hate To Tell Again A Tale Once Fully Told.

We Men Are Wretched Things.

Restrain Yourself... And Gloat In Silence. I'll Have No Jubilation Here. It Is An Impious Thing To Exult Over The Slain.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End.

A Man's Life Breath Cannot Come Back Again-- No Raiders In Force, No Trading Brings It Back, Once It Slips Through A Man's Clenched Teeth.

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Modesty Is Of No Use To A Beggar.

Once You Go Vatican, You Never Go Back Again.

I Wish That Strife Would Vanish Away From Among Gods And Mortals, And Gall, Which Makes A Man Grow Angry For All His Great Mind, That Gall Of Anger That Swarms Like Smoke Inside Of A Man's Heart And Becomes A Thing Sweeter To Him By Far Than The Dripping Of Honey.

By Mutual Confidence And Mutual Aid - Great Deeds Are Done, And Great Discoveries Made

I'm Not A Bath Man Myself. More Of A Cologne Man.

Go On With A Spirit That Fears Nothing.

I Detest The Man Who Hides On Thing In The Depths Of His Heart And Speaks Forth Another.

The Roaring Seas And Many A Dark Range Of Mountains Lie Between Us.

Men In Their Generations Are Like The Leaves Of The Trees. The Wind Blows And One Year's Leaves Are Scattered On The Ground; But The Trees Burst Into Bud And Put On Fresh Ones When The Spring Comes Round.

The Long Historian Of My Country's Woes.

I Want Answers Now Or I Want Them Eventually!

Like Strength Is Felt From Hope, And From Despair.

Why Have You Come To Me Here, Dear Heart, With All These Instructions? I Promise You I Will Do Everything Just As You Ask. But Come Closer. Let Us Give In To Grief, However Briefly, In Each Other's Arms.

Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much Is A Bad Thing.

The Natural Thing, My Lord, Men And Women Joined.

Thou Shalt Not Horn In On Thy Husbands Racket

Generations Of Men Are Like The Leaves. In Winter, Winds Blow Them Down To Earth, But Then, When Spring Season Comes Again, The Budding Wood Grows More. And So With Men: One Generation Grows, Another Dies Away.

I Say No Wealth Is Worth My Life.

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.

Sleep, Delicious And Profound, The Very Counterfeit Of Death

Kids Are Great. You Can Teach Them To Hate What You Hate And, With The Internet And All, They Practically Raise Themselves.

A Generation Of Men Is Like A Generation Of Leaves; The Wind Scatters Some Leaves Upon The Ground, While Others The Burgeoning Wood Brings Forth - And The Season Of Spring Comes On. So Of Men One Generation Springs Forth And Another Ceases.

By Turns The Nine Delight To Sing

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It Is Entirely Seemly For A Young Man Killed In Battle To Lie Mangled By The Bronze Spear. In His Death All Things Appear Fair.

Anger, Which, Far Sweeter Than Trickling Drops Of Honey, Rises In The Bosom Of A Man Like Smoke.

Each Man Delights In The Work That Suits Him Best.

Steel Itself Oft Lures A Man To Fight.

A Companion's Words Of Persuasion Are Effective.

Forgetful Youth! But Know, The Power Above With Ease Can Save Each Object Of His Love; Wide As His Will Extends His Boundless Grace.

The Ugliest Man Was He Who Came To Troy; With Squinting Eyes And One Distorted Foot.

Miserable Mortals Who Like Leaves At One Moment Flame With Life Eating The Produce Of The Land And At Another Moment Weakly Perish.

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It Is Better To Watch People Do Stuff Than To Do Stuff.

A Generous Heart Repairs A Slanderous Tongue.

Men Are So Quick To Blame The Gods: They Say That We Devise Their Misery. But They Themselves- In Their Depravity- Design Grief Greater Than The Griefs That Fate Assigns.

There Is Nothing Alive More Agonized Than Man / Of All That Breathe And Crawl Across The Earth.

No Man Or Woman Born, Coward Or Brave, Can Shun His Destiny.

It's About Time Trees Were Good For Something, Instead Of Just Standing There Like Jerks!

His Descent Was Like Nightfall.

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I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.

And Endless Are The Modes Of Speech, And Far Extends From Side To Side The Field Of Words.

Zeus It Seems Has Given Us From Youth To Old Age A Nice Ball Of Wool To Wind-nothing But Wars Upon Wars Until We Shall Perish Every One.

Sing, O Muse, Of The Rage Of Achilles, Son Of Peleus, That Brought Countless Ills Upon The Achaeans.

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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 Which Issue From The One Of Polished Horn Bring True Results When A Mortal Sees Them.

The Other Day, I Was So Desperate For A Beer, I Snuck Into The Football Stadium And Ate The Dirt Under The Bleachers.

Life And Death Are Balanced As It Were On The Edge Of A Razor

Don't Mess With The Dead, Boy, They Have Eerie Powers.

Oh, Look At Me! I'm Making People Happy! I'm The Magical Man From Happy-land, In A Gumdrop House On Lollipop Lane! Oh, By The Way, I Was Being Sarcastic.

O Friends, Be Men, And Let Your Hearts Be Strong And Let No Warrior In The Heat Of Fight, Do What May Bring Him Shame In Others' Eyes

All The Survivors Of The War Had Reached Their Homes And So Put The Perils Of Battle And The Sea Behind Them.

But You Can't Stop At One, You Wanna Drink Another Woman!

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She Sent Him A Warm And Gentle Wind, And Lord Odysseus Was Happy As He Set His Sails To Catch The Breeze. He Sat Beside The Steering Oar And Used His Skill To Steer The Raft.

Among All Men On The Earth Bards Have A Share Of Honor And Reverence, Because The Muse Has Taught Them Songs And Loves The Race Of Bards.

If Not Yet Lost To All The Sense Of Shame.

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