And They Die An Equal Death —

Praise Me Not Too Much, Nor Blame Me, For Thou Speakest To The Greeks Who Know Me.

We Got A Little Rule Back Home: If It's Brown, Drink It Down. If It's Black, Send It Back.

The Glorious Gifts Of The Gods Are Not To Be Cast Aside.

Boy, Everyone Is Stupid Except Me.

Blame The Guy Who Doesn't Speak Engish.