| Quotes |
Topic |
| Ability | A man dies still if he has done nothing, as one who has done much. |
| Boldness | A decent boldness ever meets with friends. |
| Children | It is a wise child that knows his own father. |
| Deceit | Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another. |
| Generosity | All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious. |
| Literature | At last is Hector stretch'd upon the plain,Who fear'd no vengeance for Patroclus slain:Then, Prince! You should have fear'd, what now you feel;Achilles absent was Achilles still:Yet a short space the great avenger stayed,Then low in dust thy strength and glory laid. - Iliad, The. |
| Miscellaneous | Winged words. |
| Absence | Achilles absent, was Achilles still. |
| Ancestry | Few sons attain the praise Of their great sires and most their sires disgrace. |
| Anger | Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in the bosom of a man like smoke. |
| Apparitions | Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts. |
| Appearance | Gloomy as night he stands. |
| Art | It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be swift is less than to be wise. 'Tis more by art, than force of numerous strokes. |
| Blessings | To heal divisions, to relieve the oppress'd, In virtue rich; in blessing others, bless'd. |
| Blindness | Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore; Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more. |
| Bravery | Without a sign his sword the brave man draws, And asks no omen but his country's cause. |
| Bravery | O friends, be men; so act that none may feel Ashamed to meet the eyes of other men. Think each one of this children and his wife, His home, his parents, living yet and dead. For them, the absent ones, I supplicate, And bid you rally here, and scorn to fly. |
| Cities | Far from gay cities, and the ways of men. |
| Contention | But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof From sharp contentions. |
| Contention | Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend; And each brave foe was in his soul a friend. |
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