A gun is not a weapon! It's a tool, like a butcher's knife, or a harpoon, or an alligator.
There is not any advantage to be won from grim lamentation.
I wish that strife would vanish away from among gods and mortals, and gall, which makes a man grow angry for all his great mind, that gall of anger that swarms like smoke inside of a man's heart and becomes a thing sweeter to him by far than the dripping of honey.
God help me, I'm just not that bright.
To-morrow we embark upon the boundless sea.
I would rather be a serf in a poor man's house and be above ground than reign among the dead.