The world is the expanding Greece and Greece is the shrinking world.

Morality is truth in full bloom.

Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.

Though one believes in nothing, there are moments in life when one accepts the religion of the temple nearest at hand.

Whom man kills, him God restoreth to life.

These are dark radiances. They have no suspicion that they are to be pitied. Certainly they are so. He who does not weep does not see. They are to be admired and pitied, as one would both pity and admire a being at once night and day, without eyes beneath his lashes but with a star on his brow.

In the opera we call love, the libretto is almost nothing.