We got a little rule back home: If it's brown, drink it down. If it's black, send it back.
Is he not sacred, even to the gods, the wandering man who comes in weariness?
A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.
Once you go Vatican, you never go back again.
Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.
Oh, look at me! I'm making people happy! I'm the Magical Man from Happy-Land, in a gumdrop house on Lollipop Lane! Oh, by the way, I was being sarcastic.