The Gods Give To Mortals Not Everything

A Man's Life Breath Cannot Come Back Again-- No Raiders In Force, No Trading Brings It Back, Once It Slips Through A Man's Clenched Teeth.

Pffft, English. Who Needs That? I'm Never Going To England.

Always To Be Best, And Distinguished Above The Rest.

A Sympathetic Friend Can Be Quite As Dear As A Brother.

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