For a moment everything was clear, and when that happens you see that the world is barely there at all. Don't we all secretly know this? It's a perfectly balanced mechanism of shouts and echoes pretending to be wheels and cogs, a dreamclock chiming beneath a mystery-glass we call life. Behind it? Below it and around it? Chaos, storms. Men with hammers, men with knives, men with guns. Women who twist what they cannot dominate and belittle what they cannot understand. A universe of horror and loss surrounding a single lighted stage where mortals dance in defiance of the dark.

Life is only precious because it ends, kid. Take it from a God. You mortals don't know how lucky you are

My point is that love is the most powerful motivator in the world. It spurs mortals to greatness. Their noblest, bravest acts are done for love.

Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.

Life grants nothing to us mortals without hard work.

Of prosperity mortals can never have enough.

Time has no divisions to mark its passage there is never a thunder-storm or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even when a new century begins it is only we mortals who ring bells and fire off pistols.

Who could look on these monuments without reflecting on the vanity of mortals in thus offering up testimonials of their respect for persons of whose very names posterity is ignorant?

Nature more of a stepmother than a mother in several ways has sown a seed of evil in the hearts of mortals especially in the more thoughtful men which makes them dissatisfied with their own lot and envious of another s.

Nature puts no question and answers none which we mortals ask. She has long ago taken her resolution.

Music the greatest good that mortals know and all of heaven we have hear below.

'Immortals' is all action. I love action movies. That's really where I want to spearhead my career.

Those whose life is long still strive for gain and for all mortals all things take second place to money.

Money and time are the heaviest burdens of life and... the unhappiest of all mortals are those who have more of either than they know how to use.

Much learning shows how little mortals know much wealth how little wordings enjoy.

A novelist is like all mortals more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past.

God is one greatest of gods and men not like mortals in body or thought.

And what do Democrats stand for if they are so ready to defame concerned citizens as the 'mob' - a word betraying a Marie Antoinette delusion of superiority to ordinary mortals. I thought my party was populist attentive to the needs and wishes of those outside the power structure. And as a product of the 1960s I thought the Democratic party was passionately committed to freedom of thought and speech.

There is none made so great but he may both need the help and service and stand in fear of the power and unkindness even of the meanest of mortals.

My friends whoever has had experience of evils knows how whenever a flood of ills comes upon mortals a man fears everything but whenever a divine force cheers on our voyage then we believe that the same fate will always blow fair.

The best people renounce all for one goal the eternal fame of mortals but most people stuff themselves like cattle.