...he'll never lie - the man is far too wise.

[B]ut it is only what happens, when they die, to all mortals. The sinews no longer hold the flesh and the bones together, and once the spirit has let the white bones, all the rest of the body is made subject to the fire's strong fury, but the soul flitters out like a dream and flies away.

It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be swift is less than to be wise.

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.

All my life I've been an obese man trapped inside a fat man's body.

But you can't stop at one, you wanna drink another woman!

'Yea and I beheld Sisyphus in strong torment, grasping a monstrous stone with both his hands. He was pressing thereat with hands and feet, and trying to roll the stone upward toward the brow of the hill. But oft as he was about to hurl it over the top, the weight would drive him back, so once again to the plain rolled the stone, the shameless thing. And he once more kept heaving and straining, and the sweat the while was pouring down his limbs, and the dust rose upwards from his head.