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.
You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.
My only hope lies in my despair.
She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman.
There are no secrets that time does not reveal.
Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body.