Come, Friend, you too must die. Why moan about it so? Even Patroclus died, a far, far better man than you. And look, you see how handsome and powerful I am? The son of a great man, the mother who gave me life-- A deathless goddess. But even for me, I tell you, Death and the strong force of fate are waiting. There will come a dawn or sunset or high noon When a man will take my life in battle too-- flinging a spear perhaps Or whipping a deadly arrow off his bow.

Noblest minds are easiest bent.

If they think I'm going to stop at that stop sign, they're mistaken!

How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!

He lives not long who battles with the immortals, nor do his children prattle about his knees when he has come back from battle and the dread fray.

I was working on a flat tax proposal and accidentally proved there was no God.

A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. Six feet tall, 300 pounds...it makes ice.