And the days dwindle down To a precious few, September, November - And these few precious days I'd spend with you, These golden days I'd spend with you

The gods of men are sillier than their kings and queens, and emptier and more powerless

From the point of view of the playwright, then, the essence of a tragedy, or even of a serious play, is the spiritual awakening, or regeneration, of his hero.

He was a god, such as men might be, if men were gods.

What price Glory?

There are some men who lift the age they inhabit, till all men walk on higher ground in that lifetime