Fear, O Achilles, the wrath of heaven; think on your own father and have compassion upon me, who am the more pitiable

A young man is embarrassed to question an older one.

Know from the bounteous heaven all riches flow.

Men in their generations are like the leaves of the trees. The wind blows and one year's leaves are scattered on the ground; but the trees burst into bud and put on fresh ones when the spring comes round.

A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth - and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases.

Why have you come to me here, dear heart, with all these instructions? I promise you I will do everything just as you ask. But come closer. Let us give in to grief, however briefly, in each other's arms.

Rock stars, is there anything they don't know?