What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.
It's the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn't had an audience, and lines to speak?
I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.
Anyone who hasn't experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.