In this attire secure from searching eyes, Till happily piercing through the dark disguise, The chief I challenged; he, whose practised wit Knew all the serpent mazes of deceit, Eludes my search; but when his form I view'd Fresh from the bath, with fragrant oils renew'd, His limbs in military purple dress'd, Each brightening grace the genuine Greek confess'd.
— from The Odyssey by Homer
On a question of character, of merit or demerit, every man stands or falls alone.
— from Flowers of Freethought (Second Series) by G. W. (George William) Foote
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