Friend, many and many a dream is mere confusion a cobweb of no consequence at all. Two gates for ghostly dreams there are: One gateway of honest horn, and one of ivory. Issuing by the ivory gate are dreams of glimmering illusion, fantasies, but those that come through solid polished horn may be borne out, if mortals only know them.

I'm satisfied. It's straight,...but it's just so hot, and I'm just so fraustrated.

I detest the man who hides on thing in the depths of his heart and speaks forth another.

It is wrong to be sorry without ceasing.

Ill fares the State where many masters rule; let one be lord, one king supreme.

Goddess of song, teach me the story of a hero.

I won't lie to you, fatherhood isn't easy like motherhood.