I've always wondered if there was a God. And now I know there is -- and it's me.
Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.
Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke and eloquence of eyes.
Marge, when I join an underground cult I expect a little support from my family.
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.
Even when someone battles hard, there is an equal portion for one who lingers behind, and in the same honor are held both the coward and the brave man; the idle man and he who has done much meet death alike.