Tragedy is dead! Poetry itself died with it! Away, away with you, puny, stunted imitators! Away with you to Hades, and eat your fill of the old masters' crumbs!

Enjoy life. This is not a dress rehearsal.

The golden age, when rambunctious spirits were regarded as the source of evil.

Man is no longer an artist, he has become a work of art.

In the knowledge of truth, what really matters is the possession of it, not the impulse under which it was sought.

But by my love and hope I beseech you: do not throw away the hero in your soul! Hold holy your highest hope!

When we think of all the things we want to do with our other half the answer should be simple; we should want to do absolutely everything with them. We should want to experience everything, feel everything, see everything with no one but them by our sides. When we look back on our lives it's not the things we did do with them that we'll regret, it's the things we didn't do.