All right, let’s not panic. I’ll make the money by selling one of my livers. I can get by with one.
We’re goin bowling. If we don’t come back, avenge our deaths.
Marge, when I join an underground cult I expect a little support from my family.
A companion’s words of persuasion are effective.
We mortals hear only the news, and know nothing at all.
The glorious gifts of the gods are not to be cast aside.
The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.
Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.
Ill fares the State where many masters rule; let one be lord, one king supreme.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
Will cast the spear and leave the rest to Jove.
The ugliest man was he who came to Troy; with squinting eyes and one distorted foot.
The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, as it pleases him, for he can do all things.
Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.
If not yet lost to all the sense of shame.
Noblest minds are easiest bent.
And woe succeeds woe.
Shame greatly hurts or greatly helps mankind.
Long exercised in woes.
God help me, I’m just not that bright.