It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair.
Young people are thoughtless as a rule.
I am so smart. I am so smart. I am so smart. S-M-R-T ... Uh, I mean S-M-A-R-T.
A small rock holds back a great wave.
I would rather be a serf in a poor man's house and be above ground than reign among the dead.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.