Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.

Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse.

Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.

Boy, everyone is stupid except me.

Better to flee from death than feel its grip.

Marge, when I join an underground cult I expect a little support from my family.

There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.