Why cover the same ground again? ... It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.
By hook or by crook this peril too shall be something that we remember
There is a fullness of all things, even of sleep and love.
Do thou restrain the haughty spirit in thy breast, for better far is gentle courtesy.
Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endureโฆ For already have I suffered full much, and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war. Let this be added to the tale of those.
A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. Six feet tall, 300 pounds...it makes ice.