He knew the things that were and the things that would be and the things that had been before.

Not at all similar are the race of the immortal gods and the race of men who walk upon the earth.

It's disgraceful how these humans blame the gods. They say their tribulations come from us, when they themselves, through their own foolishness, bring hardships which are not decreed by Fate.

I war not with the dead.

I'm a Spalding Gray in a Rick Dees world.

Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.

All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.