The journey is the thing. Homer More Quotes by Homer More Quotes From Homer Pffft, English. Who needs that? I'm never going to England. Homer funny-simpsonsenglandneeds Always to be best, and distinguished above the rest. Homer distinguished 'T is fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth. Homer birthsoulgiving Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above With ease can save each object of his love; Wide as his will extends his boundless grace. Homer gracepowerlove As leaves on the trees, such is the life of man. Homer treemenlife To labour is the lot of man below; And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe. Homer woemenlife Our fruitless labours mourn, And only rich in barren fame return. Homer richreturnfame A councilor ought not to sleep the whole night through, a man to whom the populace is entrusted, and who has many responsibilities. Homer responsibilityleadershipsleep But he whose inborn worth his acts commend, Of gentle soul, to human race a friend. Homer soulracefriendship To speak his thoughts is every freeman's right, in peace and war, in council and in fight. Homer fightingwarpeace Beware the toils of war ... the mesh of the huge dragnet sweeping up the world. Homer toilwarworld We all scribble poetry. Homer scribblespoetry 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. Homer feetmenhands Which would you rather be, a conqueror in the Olympic games, or the crier that proclaims who are conquerors? Homer conquerorgameshistory Wine sets even a thoughtful man to singing, or sets him into softly laughing, sets him to dancing. Sometimes it tosses out a word that was better unspoken. Homer thoughtfulwinemen She threw into the wine which they were drinking a drug which takes away grief and passion and brings forgetfulness of all ills Homer passiongriefdrinking The generation of mankind is like the generation of leaves. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the living tree burgeons with leaves again in the spring. Homer springtreewind Achilles absent was Achilles still! Homer absent-mindednessachillesabsence Close to the Gates a spacious Garden lies, From the Storms defended and inclement Skies; Four Acres was the allotted Space of Ground, Fenc'd with a green Enclosure all around. Tall thriving Trees confessed the fruitful Mold: The reddening Apple ripens here to Gold, Here the blue Fig with luscious Juice overflows, With deeper Red the full Pomegranate glows, The Branch here bends beneath the weighty Pear, And verdant Olives flourish round the Year. Homer gardenbluelying To-morrow we embark upon the boundless sea. Homer morrowtomorrowsea
