Life is made for the strong. There is no mercy in it for the weak– none...Such is the tragedy of desire. - Theodore Dreiser

"For a while he sat idly outside his door brooding in the spring sun.

In "The Lost Phoebe"."

What thought engendered the spirit of Circe, or gave to a Helen the lust of tragedy? What lit the walls of Troy? Or prepared the woes of an Andromache? By what demon counsel was the fate of Hamlet prepared? And why did the weird sisters plan ruin to the murderous Scot?

Double, double toil and trouble,
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

In a mulch of darkness are bedded the roots of endless sorrows - and of endless joys. Canst thou fix thine eye on the morning? Be glad. And if in the ultimate it blind thee, be glad also! Thou hast lived.

Cowperwood was shocked by the nudity of the Venus which conveyed an atmosphere of European freedom not common to America;