"I'll turn you on Toonce to something strong
Play the song with the funky break"

You can't win the Kentucky Derby unless you're on a thoroughbred.

Once a man set forth at morning,
Journeying with eager footstep,
Onward over fields new-wakened,
Where the dew lay on the blossoms,
Like to softly gleaming opals.

All aboard that gravy train

there came also the soul of Odysseus having yet to make a choice, and his lot happened to be the last of them all. now the recollection of former tolls had disenchanted him of ambition, and he went about for a considerable time in search of the life of a private man who had no cares

as greece grew more powerful and became more active than before in the acquisition of wealth, tyrannies were established in the cities in most places

the strong do what they can while the weak suffer what they must

our train has a vanity license plate frame:
"Vae, Puto Deus Fio"