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.

Evil deeds do not prosper; the slow man catches up with the swift.

Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together in the bed of love, we may then have faith and trust in each other.

Porkchops and bacon, my two favorite animals.

You know those balls that they put on car antennas so you can find them in the parking lot? Those should be on every car!

There is a strength in the even of very sorry men

Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.