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.

Sleep and Death, who are twin brothers.

Better to live or die, once and for all, than die by inches.

Whenever a man is tired, wine is a great restorer of strength.

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

Do not mourn the dead with the belly.

Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.