'T is fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
Oall the creatures that creep and breathe on earth, there is none more wretched than man.
I can't even say the word 'titmouse' without giggling like a schoolgirl.
It is not unseemly for a man to die fighting in defense of his country.
I'm a rageaholic. I just can't live without rageahol.
The gods, likening themselves to all kinds of strangers, go in various disguises from city to city, observing the wrongdoing and the righteousness of men.