Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.

Beyond his strength no man can fight, although he be eager.

Canada? Why would I want to leave America just to visit America, Jr.?

Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say that we devise their misery. But they themselves- in their depravity- design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns.

Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.

Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.

Is he not sacred, even to the gods, the wandering man who comes in weariness?