There are no secrets that time does not reveal.

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?

Wrinkles on the brow are the imprints of exploits.

Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.

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.

I am a man, and nothing that concerns a man do I deem a matter of indifference to me.

By dying I wanted to maintain my honor, and hide a flame so black from the daylight!