Ah, Beer, My One Weakness. My Achille's

We Mortals Hear Only The News, And Know Nothing At All.

The Journey Is The Thing.

And When Long Years And Seasons Wheeling Brought Around That Point Of Time Ordained For Him To Make His Passage Homeward, Trials And Dangers, Even So, Attended Him Even In Ithaca, Near Those He Loved.

If You Are Very Valiant, It Is A God, I Think, Who Gave You This Gift.

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.