It is always the latest song that an audience applauds the most.

Ruin, eldest daughter of Zeus, she blinds us all, that fatal madness—she with those delicate feet of hers, never touching the earth, gliding over the heads of men to trap us all. She entangles one man, now another.

'T is fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.

The sun rose on the flawless brimming sea into a sky all brazen-all one brightening for gods immortal and for mortal men on plowlands kind with grain.

Good things don't end in -eum; they end in -mania or -teria.

Boy, everyone is stupid except me.

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