Immortals are never alien to one another.

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

Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.

Strife and Confusion joined the fight, along with cruel Death, who seized one wounded man while still alive and then another man without a wound, while pulling the feet of one more corpse out from the fight. The clothes Death wore around her shoulders were dyed red with human blood.

Oh, look at me! I'm making people happy! I'm the Magical Man from Happy-Land, in a gumdrop house on Lollipop Lane! Oh, by the way, I was being sarcastic.

Even when someone battles hard, there is an equal portion for one who lingers behind, and in the same honor are held both the coward and the brave man; the idle man and he who has done much meet death alike.

They did not know her-gods are hard for mortals to recognize.