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Euripides Seems To Have Felt That The Dignified Perfection Of Sophocles Could Be Challenged Only By Novelty And Irresponsibility. The Religious Conditions Of The Dionysian Festival Kept Him Within Certain Bounds. But Within The Imposed Limits Euripides Was As Profane As He Dared To Be, Making Melodrama Of The Divine Realities Which His Predecessors Accepted Religiously, Using The Stage Merely As A Convenience For Popularizing His Own Eccentric Values.

Evil I Had Never Found Satisfactorily Placeable As An Integral Element Of The Universal, Or Total, Content Of Existence. Indeed, Evil Is Evil Just Because There Is No Logical Place For It, No Room In Reality For It. It Is Unreal, And Yet Real As Something Unreal.

Nature Is What You Don't Have To Trouble About. It Looks After Itself.

The Sciences That Purport To Treat Of Human Things -- The New Scientific Storyings Of The Social, The Political, The Racial Or Ethnic, And The Psychic, Nature Of Human Beings -- Treat Not Of Human Things But Mere Things, Things That Make Up The Physical, Or Circumstantial, Content Of Human Life But Are Not Of The Stuff Of Humanity, Have Not The Human Essence In Them.

What Second Love Could She [olympias] Make Out Of Her Ruined First Love? The Second Love That Most Women Make Out Of Their First Love For Husbands Grows From A Mutual And Tacit Sadness In Both Husband And Wife That He Is Only In Rare Moments The Man Both Would Like Him To Be.