The Lot Of Man-to Suffer And Die.

Oh, Everything Looks Bad If You Remember It.

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

Ah, Beer, My One Weakness. My Achille's Heel, If You Will.

Out Of Sight,out Of Mind

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.