Among all men on the earth bards have a share of honor and reverence, because the muse has taught them songs and loves the race of bards.

Do not beg me by knees or by parents you dog! I only wish I were savagely wrathful enough to hack up your corpse and eat it raw

Proud is the spirit of Zeus-fostered kings - their honor comes from Zeus, and Zeus, god of council, loves them.

How vain, without the merit, is the name.

I was working on a flat tax proposal and accidentally proved there was no God.

I war not with the dead.

Pffft, English. Who needs that? I'm never going to England.