Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body.

And do you count for nothing God who fights for us?

I have loved him too much not to hate

I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.

A tragedy need not have blood and death; it's enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy.

The principal rule of art is to please and to move. All the other rules were created to achieve this first one.

Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.