A Shamefaced Man Makes A Bad Beggar.

We Cannot All Hope To Combine The Pleasing Qualities Of Good Looks, Brains, And Eloquence.

I Should Rather Labor As Another's Serf, In The Home Of A Man Without Fortune, One Whose Livelihood Was Meager, Than Rule Over All The Departed Dead.

Be Still My Heart; Thou Hast Known Worse Than This.

Thou Shalt Not Take Moochers Into Thy Hut?

Let Him Submit To Me! Only The God Of Death Is So Relentless, Death Submits To No One—so Mortals Hate Him Most Of All The Gods. Let Him Bow Down To Me! I Am The Greater King, I Am The Elder-born, I Claim—the Greater Man.