To generous souls every task is noble.
The power that keeps cities of men together Is noble preservation of law.
I know indeed what evil I intend to do, but stronger than all my afterthoughts is my fury, fury that brings upon mortals the greatest evils.
The way of God is complex, he is hard for us to predict. He moves the pieces and they come somehow into a kind of order.
Fate finds for every man; his share of misery.
No man on earth is truly free, All are slaves of money or necessity. Public opinion or fear of prosecution forces each one, against his conscience, to conform.