A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.

When I curse Fate, it's not me, but the earth in me.

Earth, what have I to do with thee? With your meadows where dumb beasts Grazed before the deluge without lifting their heads? What have I to do with your impla…

The death of a man is like the fall of a mighty nation That had valiant armies, captains, and prophets, And wealthy ports and ships all over the seas.