The gods, likening themselves to all kinds of strangers, go in various disguises from city to city, observing the wrongdoing and the righteousness of men.
One who contends with immortals lives a very short life.
There is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love-making, in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.
God help me, I'm just not that bright.
Being eaten by a crocodile is just like going to sleep...in a giant blender.
It's about time trees were good for something, instead of just standing there like jerks!