And would'st thou evil for his good repay?

Thou knowst the oer-eager vehemence of youth,How quick in temper, and in judgement weak.

But you, Achilles,/ There is not a man in the world more blest than you--/ There never has been, never will be one./ Time was, when you were alive, we Argives/ honored you as a god, and now down here, I see/ You Lord it over the dead in all your power./ So grieve no more at dying, great Achilles.’ I reassured the ghost, but he broke out protesting,/ ‘No winning words about death to me, shining Odysseus!/ By god, I’d rather slave on earth for another man--/ Some dirt-poor tenant farmer who scrapes to keep alive—than rule down here over all the breathless dead.

Porkchops and bacon, my two favorite animals.

A guest never forgets the host who has treated him kindly.

Without TV, it's hard to know when one day ends and another begins.

Life and death are balanced as it were on the edge of a razor