The outcome of the war is in our hands; the outcome of words is in the council.
Pffft, English. Who needs that? I'm never going to England.
Trying is the first step toward failure.
I, for one, know of no sweeter sight for a man's eyes than his own country.
And overpowered by memory Both men gave way to grief. Priam wept freely For man - killing Hector, throbbing, crouching Before Achilles' feet as Achilles wept himself, Now for his father, now for Patroclus once again And their sobbing rose and fell throughout the house.
When are people going to learn? Democracy doesn't work.