Zeus, the father of the Olympic Gods, turned mid-day into night, hiding the light of the dazzling Sun; and sore fear came upon men.

We don't rise to the level of our expectations, we fall to the level of our training.

I have a high art, I hurt with cruelty those who would damage me.

The Fox knows many things-the hedgehog one big one.

Be brave, my heart. Plant your feet and square your shoulders to the enemy. Meet him among the man-killing spears. Hold your ground. In victory, do not brag; in defeat, do not weep.

And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?

Take the joy and bear the sorrow, looking past your hopes and fears: learn to recognize the measured dance that orders all our years.

Let who will boast their courage in the field, I find but little safety from my shield, Nature's, not honour's law we must obey: This made me cast my useless shield away.

Old women should not seek to be perfumed.

Nothing can be sworn impossible since Zeus made night during mid-day, hiding the light of the shining Sun.

I have a high art: I hurt with cruelty those who would wound me.

Things Happen and once they start happening you pretty much just to hold on for dear life and see where they drop you when they stop.

Only love that continues to flow in the face of anger, blame, and indifference can be called love. All else is simply a transaction.

When our embarrassment level is exceeded by our desperation level, we are a good candidate for God's grace.

It doesn't happen every day, but many nights my dreams are like a movie. I don't see normal movement - I see things in very complicated shots. That's why I do remember many of them.

Every realm of nature is marvelous.

English grammar is so complex and confusing for the one very simple reason that its rules and terminology are based on Latin, a language with which it has precious little in common.

Allowing anger to seethe on the back burner will lead to a very large lid blowing off a very hot pot.

This is the first time I've done something like this and I'm really hoping this will work.

At one point, people thought that Eddie Murphy would only reach one sector of the audience, but now everyone sees everything Eddie Murphy does.

I keep the drafts of each poem in color-coded folders. I pick up the folders according to how I feel about that color that day.