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I believe children are the future...which is why they must be stopped now!
The Grecian ladies counted their age from their marriage, not their birth.
You ought not to practice childish ways, since you are no longer that age.
Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.
I, for one, know of no sweeter sight for a man's eyes than his own country.
Being eaten by a crocodile is just like going to sleep...in a giant blender.
I too shall lie in the dust when I am dead, but now let me win noble renown.
The rule Of the many is not well. One must be chief In war and one the king.
Is he not sacred, even to the gods, the wandering man who comes in weariness?
I was working on a flat tax proposal and accidentally proved there was no God.
Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.
I am so smart. I am so smart. I am so smart. S-M-R-T ... Uh, I mean S-M-A-R-T.
Few sons attain the praise Of their great sires and most their sires disgrace.
To labour is the lot of man below; And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
Ill fares the State where many masters rule; let one be lord, one king supreme.
And rest at last where souls unbodied dwell, In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel.
A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. Six feet tall, 300 pounds...it makes ice.
Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.
The outcome of the war is in our hands; the outcome of words is in the council.
All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.
The god of war is impartial: he hands out death to the man who hands out death.
Beware the toils of war ... the mesh of the huge dragnet sweeping up the world.
Few sons are equal to their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them.
Everyone knows rock n' roll attained perfection in 1974. It's a scientific fact.
Thou wilt lament Hereafter, when the evil shall be done And shall admit no cure.
The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is in the common mass of matter lost.
Marge, when I join an underground cult I expect a little support from my family.
I've always wondered if there was a God. And now I know there is -- and it's me.
Nothing feebler does earth nurture than man, Of all things breathing and moving.
Too dear I prized a fair enchanting face: beauty unchaste is beauty in disgrace.
down from his brow she ran his curls like thick hyacinth clusters full of blooms
In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight, And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
some things you will think of yourself,...some things God will put into your mind
Now son, you don’t want to drink beer. That’s for Daddies, and kids with fake IDs.
Praise me not too much, Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks Who know me.
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
I'm satisfied. It's straight,...but it's just so hot, and I'm just so fraustrated.
How delicate her feet who shuns the ground, Stepping a-tiptoe on the heads of men.
The life, which others pay, let us bestow, And give to fame what we to nature owe.
Yet while my Hector still survives, I see My father, mother, brethren, all in thee.
And Heaven, that every virtue bears in mind, E'en to the ashes of the just is kind.
Just once I'd like someone to call me 'Sir' without adding 'You're making a scene.'
Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light, And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.
But he whose inborn worth his acts commend, Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.
Jove lifts the golden balances that show The fates of mortal men, and things below.
The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.
It was built against the will of the immortal gods, and so it did not last for long.
The ugliest man was he who came to Troy; with squinting eyes and one distorted foot.
Wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile
Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.