Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war.
Canada? Why would I want to leave America just to visit America, Jr.?
Zeus it seems has given us from youth to old age a nice ball of wool to wind-nothing but wars upon wars until we shall perish every one.
The hearts of the great can be changed.
The best things beyond their measure cloy.
Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim—the greater man.