In the opera we call love, the libretto is almost nothing.
There is one thing stronger than all the armies in the world, and that is an idea whose time as come.
Crime is redeemed by remorse, but not by a blow of the axe or slipknot. Blood has to be washed by tears but not by blood.
I would rather be the head of a fly than the tail of a lion.
In love, such a word, whispered, is a mysterious kiss of the soul to the soul.
What makes night within us may leave stars.