Go With Your Fate, But Not Beyond.

I Thought, There Goes My Lord, Whom I Was Born To Follow. I Have Found A King. And, I Said To Myself, Looking After Him As He Walked Away, I Will Have Him, If I Die For It.

In Hatred As In Love, We Grow Like The Thing We Brood Upon. What We Loathe, We Graft Into Our Very Soul.

To Hate Excellence Is To Hate The Gods.

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.

Miss Searle Had Always Considered Boredom An Intellectual Defeat.