So, the gods don't hand out all their gifts at once, not build and brains and flowing speech to all. One man may fail to impress us with his looks but a god can crown his words with beauty, charm, and men look on with delight when he speaks out. Never faltering, filled with winning self-control, he shines forth at assembly grounds and people gaze at him like a god when he walks through the streets. Another man may look like a deathless one on high but there's not a bit of grace to crown his words. Just like you, my fine, handsome friend.

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

Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.

The man who acts the least, upbraids the most.

Being eaten by a crocodile is just like going to sleep...in a giant blender.

It is wrong to be sorry without ceasing.

I discovered a meal between breakfast and brunch.