Ah how shameless – the way these mortals blame the gods. From us alone they say come all their miseries yes but they themselves with their own reckless ways compound their pains beyond their proper share.

It is not right to glory in the slain

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

Goddess of song, teach me the story of a hero.

Ah, beer, my one weakness. My Achille's heel, if you will.

Better to live or die, once and for all, than die by inches.

When a woman says nothing's wrong, that means everything's wrong. And when a woman says everything's wrong, that means everything's wrong! And when a woman says something's not funny, you'd better not laugh your ass off!