How vain, without the merit, is the name.

I'm a rageaholic. I just can't live without rageahol.

When you're in my house you shall do as I do and believe who I believe in. So Bart butter your bacon.

It behooves a father to be blameless if he expects his child to be.

Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim—the greater man.

Why cover the same ground again? ... It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.

It is not right to exult over slain men.