Once harm has been done, even a fool understands it.
It's about time trees were good for something, instead of just standing there like jerks!
I'm like that guy who single-handedly built the rocket and flew to the moon. What was his name? Apollo Creed?
Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together in the bed of love, we may then have faith and trust in each other.
Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.
On these sands and in the clefts of the rocks, in the depths of the sea, in the creaking of the pines, you'll spy secret footprints and catch far-off voices from the homecoming celebration. This land still longs for Odysseus.