My desolation does begin to make a better life.
Which dreams, indeed, are ambition, for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
Did my heart love 'til now?
That vulture in you to devour so many As will to greatness dedicate themselves, Finding it so inclined.
I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him.
There is nothing more evil than "Love" itself.