He Who Will Travel Far Spares His

A Tragedy Need Not Have Blood And Death; It's Enough That It All Be Filled With That Majestic Sadness That Is The Pleasure Of Tragedy.

Me, Rule? Me, Place The State Under My Law, When My Feeble Reason No Longer Rules Even Myself!

I Am A Man, And Nothing That Concerns A Man Do I Deem A Matter Of Indifference To Me.

A Noble Heart Cannot Suspect In Others The Pettiness And Malice That It Has Never Felt.

None Love, But They Who Wish To Love.