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Noble and manly music invigorates the spirit, strengthens the wavering man, and incites him to great and worthy deeds.
Homer
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Marge, when I join an underground cult I expect a little support from my family.
Homer
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Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endure… For already have I suffered full much, and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war. Let this be added to the tale of those.
Homer
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I guess some people never change... Or, they quickly change and then quickly change back.
Homer
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When you're in my house you shall do as I do and believe who I believe in. So Bart butter your bacon.
Homer
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How vain, without the merit, is the name.
Homer
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Wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.
Homer
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I've gone back in time to when dinosaurs weren't just confined to zoos.
Homer
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Too many kings can ruin an army.
Homer
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Old people don't need companionship. They need to be isolated and studied so it can be determined what nutrients they have that might be extracted for our personal use.
Homer
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All men owe honor to the poets - honor and awe; for they are dearest to the Muse who puts upon their lips the ways of life.
Homer
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Why cover the same ground again? ... It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.
Homer
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The skin of the coward changes color all the time, he can't get a grip on himself, he can't sit still, he squats and rocks, shifting his weight from foot to foot, his heart racing, pounding inside the fellow's ribs, his teeth chattering. He dreads some grisly death. But the skin of a brave soldier never blanches. He's all control. Tense but no great fear.
Homer
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You can't go wrong with cocktail weenies. They look as good as they taste. And they come in this delicious red sauce. It looks like ketchup, it tastes like ketchup, but brother, it ain't ketchup!
Homer
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Now from his breast into the eyes the ache of longing mounted, and he wept at last, his dear wife, clear and faithful, in his arms, longed for as the sunwarmed earth is longed for by a swimmer spent in rough water where his ship went down under Poseidon's blows, gale winds and tons of sea. Few men can keep alive through a big serf to crawl, clotted with brine, on kindly beaches in joy, in joy, knowing the abyss behind: and so she too rejoiced, her gaze upon her husband, her white arms round him pressed as though forever.
Homer
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Even a fool learns something once it hits him.
Homer
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It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair.
Homer
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Achilles absent was Achilles still!
Homer
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Most grievous of all deaths it is to die of hunger.
Homer
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I can't even say the word 'titmouse' without giggling like a schoolgirl.
Homer
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A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth - and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases.
Homer
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It is equally bad when one speeds on the guest unwilling to go, and when he holds back one who is hastening. Rather one should befriend the guest who is there, but speed him when he wishes.
Homer
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I'm a white male, age 18 to 49. Everyone listens to me, no matter how dumb my suggestions are.
Homer
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The best things beyond their measure cloy.
Homer
