[I]t is the wine that leads me on, the wild wine that sets the wisest man to sing at the top of his lungs, laugh like a fool – it drives the man to dancing... it even tempts him to blurt out stories better never told.

But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.

It never was our guise to slight the poor, or aught humane despise.

They did not know her-gods are hard for mortals to recognize.

Porkchops and bacon, my two favorite animals.

So it is that the gods do not give all men gifts of grace - neither good looks nor intelligence nor eloquence.

Each man delights in the work that suits him best.