There is a foolish corner in the brain of the wisest man.

Some men are just as firmly convinced of what they think as others of what they know

All human happiness or misery takes the form of action; the end for which we live is a certain kind of action.

A tragedy is the imitation of an action that is serious, and also, as having magnitude, complete in itself . . . with incidents arousing pity and terror, with which to accomplish its purgation of these emotions.

We can do noble acts without ruling the earth and sea

Tragedy is an imitation of a whole and complete action of some amplitude. . . . Now a whole is that which has a beginning, a middle, and an end.