What A Fine Comedy This World Would

I Have Not The Hope Of Being Immortal, Because The Desire Of It Has Not Given Me That Vanity.

First Move Me, Astonish Me, Break My Heart, Let Me Tremble, Weep, Stare, Be Enraged-only Then Regale My Eyes.

To Say That Man Is A Compound Of Strength And Weakness, Light And Darkness, Smallness And Greatness, Is Not To Indict Him, It Is To Define Him.

It Has Been Said That Love Robs Those Who Have It Of Their Wit, And Gives It To Those Who Have None.

Fanaticism Is Just One Step Away From Barbarism.