“It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.”
“Oh, the torment bred in the race, the grinding scream of deathand the stroke that hits the vein,the hemorrhage none can staunch, the grief,the curse no man can bear.But there is a cure in the house, and not outside it, no,not from others but from them,their bloody strife. We sing to you,dark gods beneath the earth.Now hear, you blissful powers underground --answer the call, send help.Bless the children, give them triumph now.”
“But the lust for power never dies- men cannot have enough.No one will lift a hand to send it from his door, to give it warning, 'Power, never come again!”
“Only through suffering do we learn”
“We spoil ourselves with scruples long as things go well.”
“Nothing forces us to knowWhat we do not want to knowExcept pain”