"Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured."

"The gods have woven misery into mortal lives, that there might be songs for men to come."

"Two diverse gates there are of bodiless dreams, These of sawn ivory, and those of horn. Such dreams as issue where the ivory gleams Fly without fate, and turn our hopes to scorn. But dreams which issu…"

"My every impulse bends to what is right. Not iron, trust me, the heart with my breast. I am all compassion."

"And empty words are evil."