You know, the one with all the well meaning rules that don't work out in real life, uh, Christianity.

Goddess-nurse of the young, give ear to my prayer, and grant that this woman may reject the love-embraces of youth and dote on grey-haired old men whose powers are dulled, but whose hearts still desire.

And overpowered by memory Both men gave way to grief. Priam wept freely For man - killing Hector, throbbing, crouching Before Achilles' feet as Achilles wept himself, Now for his father, now for Patroclus once again And their sobbing rose and fell throughout the house.

A small rock holds back a great wave.

A councilor ought not to sleep the whole night through, a man to whom the populace is entrusted, and who has many responsibilities.

So it is that the gods do not give all men gifts of grace - neither good looks nor intelligence nor eloquence.

Kids are great. You can teach them to hate what you hate and, with the Internet and all, they practically raise themselves.