Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say that we devise their misery. But they themselves- in their depravity- design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns.

[But] age, the common enemy of mankind, has laid his hand upon you; would that it had fallen upon some other, and that you were still young.

I'm a people person...who drinks.

For never, never, wicked man was wise.

Once you go Vatican, you never go back again.

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

Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.