If you serve too many masters, you'll soon suffer.
By their own follies they perished, the fools.
Beyond his strength no man can fight, although he be eager.
Two urns on Jove's high throne have ever stood, the source of evil one, and one of good; from thence the cup of mortal man he fills, blessings to these, to those distributes ills; to most he mingles both.
Just once I'd like someone to call me 'Sir' without adding 'You're making a scene.'
I won't lie to you, fatherhood isn't easy like motherhood.