I speak with the Eternal through the instrument of nature, through the world's history: I read the soul of the artist in his Apollo.
The mountain cannot frighten one who was born on it.
I am better than my reputation
Men show no mercy and expect no mercy, when honor calls, or when they fight for their idols or their gods.
We, we live! ours are the hours, and the living have their claims.
There is no such thing as chance; and what seem to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny.