I had a good time, and I don't care who knows it.
When I look about me and see Jupiter, the arch-snob of creation, and Mars, a little tin warrior who couldn't have fought a soldier like Napoleon, with all his alleged divinity, I thank the Fates that they enabled me to achieve immortality through mortal effort.

Hang hereditary greatness, I say.

These men were born immortals.

You and I worked for it and got it.

We know what it cost.