Homer

A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.

Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war.

And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.

Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country's cause.

I detest that man who hides one thing in the depths of his heart, and speaks for another.

A guest never forgets the host who has treated him kindly.

The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for.

Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.

There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.