Approval or blame will follow in the world to come.

The world resembles a stage on which every man is playing a part.

Why does God endow us with compassion?

The manager is to be blamed who distributes parts to his players which they are unable to act.

One bites into the brass mouthpiece of his wooden cudgel, and the other blows his cheeks out on a French horn. Do you call that Art?

The moment is supreme.