It's disgraceful how these humans blame the gods. They say their tribulations come from us, when they themselves, through their own foolishness, bring hardships which are not decreed by Fate.

Oh, my tattered rags are caught on your coffee table.

All right, let's not panic. I'll make the money by selling one of my livers. I can get by with one.

We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.

Boy, those Germans have a word for everything!

All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.

Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.