Jean Racine

Words are the voice of the heart.

In the silence of the night, truth speaks loudest.

Theater is the mirror of the soul.

Fate is the hunter, we are the prey.

Passion blinds, reason enlightens.

To err is human, to forgive divine.

The muse of tragedy weeps for us all.

Heartache is the price of love.

Wit without wisdom is folly.

Life's greatest drama is within.

The playwright's task is to move the heart.

Despair is the shadow of hope.

True friends stab you in the front.

In death, we find the peace life denies.