I wish that strife would vanish away from among gods and mortals, and gall, which makes a man grow angry for all his great mind, that gall of anger that swarms like smoke inside of a man's heart and becomes a thing sweeter to him by far than the dripping of honey.

All my life I've been an obese man trapped inside a fat man's body.

I would rather be tied to the soil as a serf... than be king of all these dead and destroyed.

There is not any advantage to be won from grim lamentation.

Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.

Not vain the weakest, if their force unite.

My wife's not some doobie to be passed around! I took a vow on our wedding day to bogart her for life.