Thank the Gods! My misery exceeds all my hopes!
Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body.
When will the veil be lifted that casts so black a night over the universe? God of Israel, lift at last the gloom: For how long will you be hidden?
The face of tyranny Is always mild at first.
The principal rule of art is to please and to move. All the other rules were created to achieve this first one.
Small crimes always precedes great ones.