These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity,… — Pedro Calderon de la Barca Copy Share Image
And yet, and yet, in these our ghostly lives, Half night, half day, half sleeping, half awake, How if our waking life,… — Pedro Calderon de la Barca Copy Share Image
Dreams are rough copies of the waking soul Yet uncorrected of the higher will, So that men sometimes in their dreams confess… — Pedro Calderon de la Barca Copy Share Image
“What is this life? A frenzy, an illusion, A shadow, a delirium, a fiction. The greatest good's but little, and this life Is but… — Pedro Calderón de la Barca Copy Share Image
Speak no evil of women; I tell thee the meanest of them deserves respect; for of women do we not all come? — Pedro Calderon de la Barca Copy Share Image
Love is all around you, love is there in you laughter, in your hair, love flows everywhere. Love is older than you but the… — Pedro Calderon De La Barca Copy Share Image
Grief has been compared to a hydra; for every one that dies, two are born. — Pedro Calderon de la Barca Copy Share Image
The heart is an astrologer that always divines the truth. — Pedro Calderon de la Barca Copy Share Image
No windows give a better view than those a man brings with him in his head, not asking for tickets of admission, since at… — Pedro Calderon de la Barca Copy Share Image
No virtue can be real that has not been tried. The gold in the crucible alone is perfect; the loadstone tests the steel, and… — Pedro Calderon de la Barca Copy Share Image
