I should rather labor as another's serf, in the home of a man without fortune, one whose livelihood was meager, than rule over all the departed dead.

If you don't like your job, you don't strike! You just go in every day, and do it really half assed. That's the American way.

Zeus it seems has given us from youth to old age a nice ball of wool to wind-nothing but wars upon wars until we shall perish every one.

...he'll never lie - the man is far too wise.

Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim—the greater man.

Wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile

I didn't lie! I just created fiction with my mouth!