She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman.

The faith that acts not, is it truly faith?

This innocence begins to weigh me down.

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

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.

Vice, like virtue, Grows in small steps, and no true innocence Can ever fall at once to deepest guilt.

Extreme justice is often injustice.