Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endure… For already have I suffered full much, and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war. Let this be added to the tale of those.

And empty words are evil.

After the event, even a fool is wise.

Do not beg me by knees or by parents you dog! I only wish I were savagely wrathful enough to hack up your corpse and eat it raw

The persuasion of a friend is a strong thing.

Oh, my tattered rags are caught on your coffee table.

Few sons are equal to their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them.