The principal rule of art is to please and to move. All the other rules were created to achieve this first one.
When I'm carried away, isn't it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth?
By dying I wanted to maintain my honor, and hide a flame so black from the daylight!
Sun, I come to see you for the last time.
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.
Thank the Gods! My misery exceeds all my hopes!