Too Much Virtue Can Be

When I'm Carried Away, Isn't It Clear That My Heart Contradicts My Mouth?

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.

The Face Of Tyranny Is Always Mild At First.

What Does It Matter If, By Chance, A Little Vile Blood Be Spilled?

She Wavers, She Hesitates; In One Word — She Is A Woman.