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

Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.

There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.

Oh, look at me! I'm making people happy! I'm the Magical Man from Happy-Land, in a gumdrop house on Lollipop Lane! Oh, by the way, I was being sarcastic.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.

After the event, even a fool is wise.

You can motivate by fear, and you can motivate by reward. But both those methods are only temporary. The only lasting thing is self motivation.

There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.

Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle, but let me first do some great thing that shall be told among men hereafter.

Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

The son of Saturn gave The nod with his dark brows. The ambrosial curls Upon the Sovereign One's immortal head Were shaken, and with them the mighty mount, Olympus trembled.

We believed in God, trusted in man, and lived with the illusion that every one of us has been entrusted with a sacred spark.

Oh, Eva." He rubbed his cheek against my damp face. "I must've wished for you so hard and so often you had no choice but to come true.

Religion as a philosophy is superior to religion as a practice.

It's a mental fake-out to myself. I make believe I'm making a new show so I forget the material I was working on and make up some fresh material.

Sometimes it's not the people who change, it's the mask that falls off.

The bravest men are subject most to chance.

The world is dark, and light is precious. Come closer, dear reader. You must trust me. I am telling you a story.

You're dealing immense, acute amounts of fear, which makes the rest of life a little bit easier. You don't sweat the small stuff so much.

I try to be patient. I feel like the point of art is to go down within yourself and to pop up into other people. If you're lucky, all of a sudden you're like, "whoop!" You're in other people.

If our hours were all serene, we might probably take almost as little note of them as the dial does of those that are clouded.