For I am yearning to visit the limits of the all-nurturing Earth, and Oceans, from whom the gods are sprung.

We men are wretched things.

No one can hurry me down to Hades before my time, but if a man's hour is come, be he brave or be he coward, there is no escape for him when he has once been born.

Do thou restrain the haughty spirit in thy breast, for better far is gentle courtesy.

There is no greater fame for a man than that which he wins with his footwork or the skill of his hands.

Now son, you don’t want to drink beer. That’s for Daddies, and kids with fake IDs.

There is a strength in the even of very sorry men