And would'st thou evil for his good repay?

youth is quick in feeling but weak in judgement.

Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly perish.

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

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

When a woman says nothing's wrong, that means everything's wrong. And when a woman says everything's wrong, that means everything's wrong! And when a woman says something's not funny, you'd better not laugh your ass off!

Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death