Dreams are sent by God.

Porkchops and bacon, my two favorite animals.

Generations of men are like the leaves. In winter, winds blow them down to earth, but then, when spring season comes again, the budding wood grows more. And so with men: one generation grows, another dies away.

It was built against the will of the immortal gods, and so it did not last for long.

Suffering is but another name for the teaching of experience, which is the parent of instruction and the schoolmaster of life.

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

A man dies still if he has done nothing, as one who has done much.