Hunger Is Insolent, And Will Be Fed.

It's Disgraceful How These Humans Blame The Gods. They Say Their Tribulations Come From Us, When They Themselves, Through Their Own Foolishness, Bring Hardships Which Are Not Decreed By Fate.

Marge, When I Join An Underground Cult I Expect A Little Support From My Family.

To Labour Is The Lot Of Man Below; And When Jove Gave Us Life, He Gave Us Woe.

I Wish That Strife Would Vanish Away From Among Gods And Mortals, And Gall, Which Makes A Man Grow Angry For All His Great Mind, That Gall Of Anger That Swarms Like Smoke Inside Of A Man's Heart And Becomes A Thing Sweeter To Him By Far Than The Dripping Of Honey.

Why, You Could Wake Up Dead Tomorrow