There is no real wealth but the labour of man. Were the mountains of gold and the valleys of silver, the world would not be one grain of corn the richer; no one comfort would be added to the human race.

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!

We are all Greeks. Our laws, our literature, our religion, our arts, have their root in Greece.

The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.

Religion! but for thee, prolific fiend, Who peoplest earth with demons, hell with men, And heaven with slaves!

The moon of Mahomet Arose, and it shall set; While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon, The cross leads generations on.

In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred; it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect.