You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!

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

All right, let's not panic. I'll make the money by selling one of my livers. I can get by with one.

Whoever obeys the gods, to him they particularly listen.

The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, as it pleases him, for he can do all things.

Sensitive love letters are my specialty. 'Dear Baby, Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you.'

We mortals hear only the news, and know nothing at all.