Clanless, Lawless, Homeless Is He Who Is

Few Sons Are Equal To Their Fathers; Most Fall Short, All Too Few Surpass Them.

The Journey Is Its Own Reward.

Zeus Most Glorious And Most Great, Thundercloud, Throned In The Heavens! Let Not The Sun Go Down And The Darkness Come, Until I Cast Down Headlong The Citadel Of Priam In Flames, And Burn His Gates With Blazing Fire, And Tear To Rags The Shirt Upon Hectors Breast! May Many Of His Men Fall About Him Prone In The Dust And Bite The Earth!

I Was Working On A Flat Tax Proposal And Accidentally Proved There Was No God.

He Knew The Things That Were And The Things That Would Be And The Things That Had Been Before.