Zeus most glorious and most great, Thundercloud, throned in the heavens! Let not the sun go down and the darkness come, until I cast down headlong the citadel of Priam in flames, and burn his gates with blazing fire, and tear to rags the shirt upon Hectors breast! May many of his men fall about him prone in the dust and bite the earth!

And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.

If they think I'm going to stop at that stop sign, they're mistaken!

...he'll never lie - the man is far too wise.

Wine gives strength to weary men.

There is a fullness of all things, even of sleep and love.

Reproach is infinite, and knows no end So voluble a weapon is the tongue; Wounded, we wound; and neither side can fail For every man has equal strength to rail.