I detest the man who hides on thing in the depths of his heart and speaks forth another.

Pine needle sorbet? Pine needle sorbet?! My kids do NOT eat sorbet. They eat sherbet, and they pronounce it sherbert, and they wish it was ice cream!

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is in the common mass of matter lost.

I guess some people never change... Or, they quickly change and then quickly change back.

Rock stars, is there anything they don't know?

But you, Achilles,/ There is not a man in the world more blest than you--/ There never has been, never will be one./ Time was, when you were alive, we Argives/ honored you as a god, and now down here, I see/ You Lord it over the dead in all your power./ So grieve no more at dying, great Achilles.’ I reassured the ghost, but he broke out protesting,/ ‘No winning words about death to me, shining Odysseus!/ By god, I’d rather slave on earth for another man--/ Some dirt-poor tenant farmer who scrapes to keep alive—than rule down here over all the breathless dead.