I'll teach you to laugh at something that's funny!

A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.

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

Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly perish.

You never know when an old calendar might come in handy! Sure, it's not 1985 right now, but who knows what tomorrow will bring?

Ah how shameless – the way these mortals blame the gods. From us alone they say come all their miseries yes but they themselves with their own reckless ways compound their pains beyond their proper share.

By mutual confidence and mutual aid - great deeds are done, and great discoveries made