You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!

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

The best things beyond their measure cloy.

And now I'm using sarcasm, to confess the whole thing so later I could say I already told you.

Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.

Better to live or die, once and for all, than die by inches.

I want to be alone with my thought.