The Crime And Not The Scaffold Makes

It Is The Gift Of Heaven And Not Of Reason.

Each Instant Of Life Is A Step Toward Death.

There Are Secret Ties, There Are Sympathies, By The Sweet Relationship Of Which Souls That Are Well Matched Attach Themselves To Each Other, And Are Affected By I Know Not What, Which Cannot Be Explained

The Subject Of A Good Tragedy Must Not Be Realistic.

As For Our Gods, We Have A Few Too Many To Be True.