Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.

Short is my date, but deathless my renown.

We men are wretched things.

You will certainly not be able to take the lead in all things yourself, for to one man a god has given deeds of war, and to another the dance, to another lyre and song, and in another wide-sounding Zeus puts a good mind.

If you serve too many masters, you'll soon suffer.

I've gone back in time to when dinosaurs weren't just confined to zoos.

The blade itself incites to deeds of violence.