Life is a comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel.
There are no secrets that time does not reveal.
The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.
Can a faith that does nothing be called sincere?
Is a faith without action a sincere faith?
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.