All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.

Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.

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.

I'm a white male, age 18 to 49. Everyone listens to me, no matter how dumb my suggestions are.

The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.

Wine sets even a thoughtful man to singing, or sets him into softly laughing, sets him to dancing. Sometimes it tosses out a word that was better unspoken.

I've gone back in time to when dinosaurs weren't just confined to zoos.