We're goin bowling. If we don't come back, avenge our deaths.

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

If it doesn't have siamese twins in a jar, it is not a fair.

Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.

All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.

I detest the man who hides on thing in the depths of his heart and speaks forth another.

We men are wretched things.