Generations of men are like the leaves. In winter, winds blow them down to earth, but then, when spring season comes again, the budding wood grows more. And so with men: one generation grows, another dies away.

One who contends with immortals lives a very short life.

My life is more to me than all the wealth of Ilius

The internet wasn't created for mockery, it was supposed to help researchers at different universities share data sets. It was!

Noble and manly music invigorates the spirit, strengthens the wavering man, and incites him to great and worthy deeds.

Behold, on wrong Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.

I war not with the dead.