Restrain yourself... and gloat in silence. I'll have no jubilation here. It is an impious thing to exult over the slain.

It was built against the will of the immortal gods, and so it did not last for long.

Men in their generations are like the leaves of the trees. The wind blows and one year's leaves are scattered on the ground; but the trees burst into bud and put on fresh ones when the spring comes round.

Many shining actions owe their success to chance, though the general or statesman receive the applause.

But you can't stop at one, you wanna drink another woman!

Never to be cast away are the gifts of the gods, magnificent, which they give of their own will, no man could have them for wanting them.

If you don't like your job, you don't strike! You just go in every day, and do it really half assed. That's the American way.