I am so smart. I am so smart. I am so smart. S-M-R-T ... Uh, I mean S-M-A-R-T.

Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

Come, weave us a scheme so I can pay them back! Stand beside me, Athena, fire me with daring, fierce as the day we ripped Troy's glittering crown of towers down. Stand by me - furious now as then, my bright-eyed one - and I would fight three hundred men, great goddess, with you to brace me, comrade-in-arms in battle!

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.

...if fifty bands of men surrounded us/ and every sword sang for your blood,/ you could make off still with their cows and sheep.

What greater glory attends a man than what he wins with his racing feet and his striving hands?

Thou shalt not horn in on thy husbands racket