No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.

I was working on a flat tax proposal and accidentally proved there was no God.

I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men

Proud is the spirit of Zeus-fostered kings - their honor comes from Zeus, and Zeus, god of council, loves them.

And overpowered by memory Both men gave way to grief. Priam wept freely For man - killing Hector, throbbing, crouching Before Achilles' feet as Achilles wept himself, Now for his father, now for Patroclus once again And their sobbing rose and fell throughout the house.

There is no fouler fiend than a woman when her mind is bent to evil.

The gods give to mortals not everything at the same time.