The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken.

Nothing shall I, while sane, compare with a friend.

A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.

Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.

Even the bravest cannot fight beyond his power

If you don't like your job, you don't strike! You just go in every day, and do it really half assed. That's the American way.

For I am yearning to visit the limits of the all-nurturing Earth, and Oceans, from whom the gods are sprung.