How can people trust the harvest, unless they see it sown?

One must live as if it would be forever, and as if one might die each moment. Always both at once.

What keeps the democracy alive at all but the hatred of excellence; the desire of the base to see no head higher than their own?

All tragedies deal with fated meetings; how else could there be a play? Fate deals its stroke; sorrow is purged, or turned to rejoicing; there is death, or triumph; there has been a meeting, and a change. No one will ever make a tragedy - and that is as well, for one could not bear it - whose grief is that the principals never met.

death was the price of life.

In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.

A man is at his youngest when he thinks he is a man, not yet realizing that his actions must show it.