Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.
Men in their generations are like the leaves of the trees. The wind blows and one year's leaves are scattered on the ground; but the trees burst into bud and put on fresh ones when the spring comes round.
Shame greatly hurts or greatly helps mankind.
I'm a people person...who drinks.
The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.
Thus have the gods spun the thread for wretched mortals: that they live in grief while they themselves are without cares; for two jars stand on the floor of Zeus of the gifts which he gives, one of evils and another of blessings.