"Man is so great that his greatness is known even in his knowing himself to be miserable."

"Men are so necessarily mad, that not to be mad would be to be a madman of another kind of madness."

"The last act is bloody, however fine all the rest of the play, — at the last a little earth is thrown upon our head, and that is the end forever."

"Imagination disposes of everything; it creates beauty, justice, and happiness, which are the world's supreme blessings."

"Little things console us because little things afflict us."