Pedro Calderon de la Barca Quotes.
For man’s greatest crime is to have been born.
These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night’s arms.
A good action is never lost; it is a treasure laid up and guarded for the doer’s need.
Even in dreams doing good is not wasted.
If a pretty woman only knew how anger improved her beauty! Her complexion needs no other paint than indignation.
Our treasures trifles seem, and all our life is dreaming, and the dreams themselves are dreams.
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
Speak no evil of women; I tell thee the meanest of them deserves respect; for of women do we not all come?
All life is a dream, and all dreams are dreams.
But whether it be dream or truth, to do well is what matters. If it be truth, for truth’s sake. If not, then to gain friends for the time when we awaken.
For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird?
And yet, and yet, in these our ghostly lives, Half night, half day, half sleeping, half awake, How if our waking life, like that of sleep, Be all a dream in that eternal life To which we wake not till we sleep in death
What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough; for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
How surely a knowledge of the world hardens the heart!
The fox is very cunning, but he is more cunning who catches the fox.
In this treacherous world Nothing is the truth nor a lie. Everything depends on the color Of the crystal through which one sees it
Never confide your secrets to paper; it is like throwing a stone in the air; and if you know who throws the stone, you do not know where it may fall.
One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.
Light-enchanted sunflower, thou
Who gazest ever true and tender
On the sun’s revolving splendour.
Who gazest ever true and tender
On the sun’s revolving splendour.
Restless sunflower; cease to move.
Grief has been compared to a hydra; for every one that dies, two are born.