“I wish that strife would vanish away from among gods and mortals, and gall, which makes a man grow angry for all his great mind, that gall of anger that swarms like smoke inside of a man's heart and becomes a thing sweeter to him by far than the dripping of honey.”

“There is nothing more galling to angry people than the coolness of those on whom they wish to vent their spleen.”

“A drop of honey gathers more flies than a gallon of gall”

“No one has yet drunk a cup of honey without mixing it with a cup of gall, a cup of gall needs a cup of honey, they are swallowed the easiest when mixed.”

“Was love then like a bag of assorted sweets passed around from which one might choose more than once? Some might sting the tongue, some invoke night perfume. Some had centers as bitter as gall, some blended honey and poison, some were quickly swallowed. And among the common bull's-eyes and peppermints a few rare ones; one or two with deadly needles at the heart, another that brought clam and gentle pleasure. Were his fingers closing on that one?”

“The only way to gall and fret effectively is for yourself to be a good and honest man.”