You will certainly not be able to take the lead in all things yourself, for to one man a god has given deeds of war, and to another the dance, to another lyre and song, and in another wide-sounding Zeus puts a good mind.

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.

Aries in his many fits knows no favorites.

It is always the latest song that an audience applauds the most.

Zeus it seems has given us from youth to old age a nice ball of wool to wind-nothing but wars upon wars until we shall perish every one.

When you're in my house you shall do as I do and believe who I believe in. So Bart butter your bacon.

I can't even say the word 'titmouse' without giggling like a schoolgirl.