“All men owe honor to the poets - honor and awe; for they are dearest to the Muse who puts upon their lips the ways of life.”

“Not at all similar are the race of the immortal gods and the race of men who walk upon the earth”

“Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.”

“Upon my word, just see how mortal men always put the blame on us gods! We are the source of evil, so they say - when they have only their own madness to think if their miseries are worse than they ought to be.”

“Tell me, O muse, of travellers far and wide”

“Rage - Goddess, sing the rage of Peleus' son Achilles,murderous, doomed, that cost the Achaeans countless losses,hurling down to the House of Death so many sturdy souls,great fighters' souls, but made their bodies carrion,feasts for the dogs and birds,and the will of Zeus was moving toward its end.Begin, Muse, when the two first broke and clashed,Agamemnon lord of men and brilliant Achilles.”

“Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.”