The other day, I was so desperate for a beer, I snuck into the football stadium and ate the dirt under the bleachers.

The force of union conquers all.

Unextinguished laughter shakes the skies.

Look now how mortals are blaming the gods, for they say that evils come from us, but in fact they themselves have woes beyond their share because of their own follies.

Sleep and Death, who are twin brothers.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.

I long for home, long for the sight of home.