“To me so deep a silence portends some dread event; a clamorous sorrow wastes itself in sound.”

“Tell me the news, again, whatever it is... sorrow and I are hardly strangers. I can bear the worst.”

“How dreadful it is when the right judge judges wrong!”

“How dreadful the knowledge of the truth can be When there’s no help in truth.”

“The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.”

“There let her pray to the one god she worships: Death--who knows?--may just reprieve her from death. Or she may learn a last, better late than never, what a waste of breath it is to worship Death.”

“Your edict, King, was strong,But all your strength is weakness itself againstThe immortal unrecorded laws of God.They are not merely now: they were, and shall be,Operative for ever, beyond man utterly.I knew I must die, even without your decree:I am only mortal. And if I must dieNow, before it is my time to die,Surely this is no hardship: can anyoneLiving, as I live, with evil all about me,Think Death less than a friend?”