Each man delights in the work that suits him best.
The Grecian ladies counted their age from their marriage, not their birth.
We're goin bowling. If we don't come back, avenge our deaths.
And woe succeeds woe.
On these sands and in the clefts of the rocks, in the depths of the sea, in the creaking of the pines, you'll spy secret footprints and catch far-off voices from the homecoming celebration. This land still longs for Odysseus.
You know, the one with all the well meaning rules that don't work out in real life, uh, Christianity.