Strife and Confusion joined the fight, along with cruel Death, who seized one wounded man while still alive and then another man without a wound, while pulling the feet of one more corpse out from the fight. The clothes Death wore around her shoulders were dyed red with human blood.

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

She threw into the wine which they were drinking a drug which takes away grief and passion and brings forgetfulness of all ills

I've gone back in time to when dinosaurs weren't just confined to zoos.

What so tedious as a twice-told tale?

Young men's minds are always changeable, but when an old man is concerned in a matter, he looks both before and after.

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