Wine gives strength to weary men.

And would'st thou evil for his good repay?

My life is more to me than all the wealth of Ilius

Boy, everyone is stupid except me.

We got a little rule back home: If it's brown, drink it down. If it's black, send it back.

Good things don't end in -eum; they end in -mania or -teria.

Like a girl, a baby running after her mother, begging to be picked up, and she tugs on her skirts, holding her back as she tries to hurry off—all tears, fawning up at her, till she takes her in her arms… That’s how you look, Patroclus, streaming live tears.