Uncontrollable laughter arose among the blessed gods.

Ah, good ol’ trustworthy beer. My love for you will never die.

Boy, those Germans have a word for everything!

The persuasion of a friend is a strong thing.

So it is that the gods do not give all men gifts of grace - neither good looks nor intelligence nor eloquence.

Rage - Goddess, sing the rage of Peleus' son Achilles, murderous, doomed, that cost the Achaeans countless losses, hurling down to the House of Death so many sturdy souls, great fighters' souls, but made their bodies carrion, feasts for the dogs and birds, and the will of Zeus was moving toward its end. Begin, Muse, when the two first broke and clashed, Agamemnon lord of men and brilliant Achilles.

Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.