All right, let's not panic. I'll make the money by selling one of my livers. I can get by with one.

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.

Old people don't need companionship. They need to be isolated and studied so it can be determined what nutrients they have that might be extracted for our personal use.

It is wrong to sorrow without ceasing.

I'm in a place where I don't know where I am!

And empty words are evil.

But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.