The anthropologists are busy, indeed, and ready to transport us back into the savage forest where all human things ... have their beginnings; but the seed never explains the flower.
Edith HamiltonNone but a poet can write a tragedy. For tragedy is nothing less than pain transmuted into exaltation by the alchemy of poetry.
Edith HamiltonThe greater the suffering depicted, the more terrible the events, the more intense our pleasure.
Edith Hamilton