Sweet Sleep Fell Upon His Eyelids, Unwakeful,

Anger, Which, Far Sweeter Than Trickling Drops Of Honey, Rises In The Bosom Of A Man Like Smoke.

The Ugliest Man Was He Who Came To Troy; With Squinting Eyes And One Distorted Foot.

All Strangers And Beggars Are From Zeus, And A Gift, Though Small, Is Precious.

Boy, Those Germans Have A Word For Everything!

Marge, When I Join An Underground Cult I Expect A Little Support From My Family.