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

Long exercised in woes.

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

But you can't stop at one, you wanna drink another woman!

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.

Good things don't end in -eum; they end in -mania or -teria.

Reproach is infinite, and knows no end.