And when long years and seasons wheeling brought around that point of time ordained for him to make his passage homeward, trials and dangers, even so, attended him even in Ithaca, near those he loved.

What so tedious as a twice-told tale?

I was working on a flat tax proposal and accidentally proved there was no God.

Earth sounds my wisdom, and high heaven my fame.

But he whose inborn worth his acts commend, Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.

The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.

Even a fool learns something once it hits him.