Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.

Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,- Such men as live in these degenerate days.

Blame the guy who doesn't speak Engish.

There is no greater glory that can befall a man that what he achieves with the speed of his feet or the strength of his hands.

Uncontrollable laughter arose among the blessed gods.

Ah, good ol’ trustworthy beer. My love for you will never die.

And empty words are evil.