For never, never, wicked man was wise.

The melancholy joys of evils pass'd, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.

To be loved, you have to be nice to people, everyday. But to be hated, you don't have to do squat!

Which would you rather be, a conqueror in the Olympic games, or the crier that proclaims who are conquerors?

The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, as it pleases him, for he can do all things.

Look now how mortals are blaming the gods, for they say that evils come from us, but in fact they themselves have woes beyond their share because of their own follies.

I've finally tapped into that spirit of self-destruction that makes rock-n-roll the king of music!