To-morrow we embark upon the boundless sea.
[B]ut it is only what happens, when they die, to all mortals. The sinews no longer hold the flesh and the bones together, and once the spirit has let the white bones, all the rest of the body is made subject to the fire's strong fury, but the soul flitters out like a dream and flies away.
Wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile
A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.
There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.
The minds of the everlasting gods are not changed suddenly.