Rage - Goddess, sing the rage of Peleus' son Achilles, murderous, doomed, that cost the Achaeans countless losses, hurling down to the House of Death so many sturdy souls, great fighters' souls, but made their bodies carrion, feasts for the dogs and birds, and the will of Zeus was moving toward its end. Begin, Muse, when the two first broke and clashed, Agamemnon lord of men and brilliant Achilles.

Young people are thoughtless as a rule.

Whenever a man is tired, wine is a great restorer of strength.

Pffft, English. Who needs that? I'm never going to England.

Behold, on wrong Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.

Nothing feebler does earth nurture than man, Of all things breathing and moving.

It is better to watch people do stuff than to do stuff.