Still, we will let all this be a thing of the past, though it hurts us, and beat down by constraint the anger that rises inside us. Now I am making an end of my anger. It does not become me, unrelentingly to rage on

But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.

And woe succeeds woe.

He knew how to say many false things that were like true sayings.

Marge, when I join an underground cult I expect a little support from my family.

We men are wretched things.

So it is that the gods do not give all men gifts of grace - neither good looks nor intelligence nor eloquence.