See now, how men lay blame upon us gods for what is after all nothing but their own folly.
...like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.
Better to live or die, once and for all, than die by inches.
It [revenge] is sweeter far than flowing honey.
The charity that is a trifle to us can be precious to others.
Sensitive love letters are my specialty. 'Dear Baby, Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you.'