Homer Men Quotations [Page 2]

Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in the bosom of a man like smoke.

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.

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.

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 tongue of man is a twisty thing.

There is no greater glory that can befall a man that what he achieves with the speed of his feet or the strength of his hands.

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.

What greater glory attends a man than what he wins with his racing feet and his striving hands?

Jove lifts the golden balances that show The fates of mortal men, and things below.

And not a man appears to tell their fate.

For afterwards a man finds pleasure in his pains, when he has suffered long and wandered long. So I will tell you what you ask and seek to know.

The ugliest man was he who came to Troy; with squinting eyes and one distorted foot.

Whenever a man is tired, wine is a great restorer of strength.

So, the gods don't hand out all their gifts at once, not build and brains and flowing speech to all. One man may fail to impress us with his looks but a god can crown his words with beauty, charm, and men look on with delight when he speaks out. Never faltering, filled with winning self-control, he shines forth at assembly grounds and people gaze at him like a god when he walks through the streets. Another man may look like a deathless one on high but there's not a bit of grace to crown his words. Just like you, my fine, handsome friend.

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.

Noble and manly music invigorates the spirit, strengthens the wavering man, and incites him to great and worthy deeds.