It is the bold man who every time does best, at home or abroad.

On these sands and in the clefts of the rocks, in the depths of the sea, in the creaking of the pines, you'll spy secret footprints and catch far-off voices from the homecoming celebration. This land still longs for Odysseus.

You never know when an old calendar might come in handy! Sure, it's not 1985 right now, but who knows what tomorrow will bring?

They did not know her-gods are hard for mortals to recognize.

Oh, look at me! I'm making people happy! I'm the Magical Man from Happy-Land, in a gumdrop house on Lollipop Lane! Oh, by the way, I was being sarcastic.

Canada? Why would I want to leave America just to visit America, Jr.?

I detest the man who hides on thing in the depths of his heart and speaks forth another.