Pedro Calderon
Pedro Calderon
Pedro Calderón de la Barca y Barreda González de Henao Ruiz de Blasco y Riaño, usually referred as Pedro Calderón de la Barca, was a dramatist, poet and writer of the Spanish Golden Age. During certain periods of his life he was also a soldier and a Roman Catholic priest. Born when the Spanish Golden Age theatre was being defined by Lope de Vega, he developed it further, his work being regarded as the culmination of the Spanish Baroque theatre...
dream treasure life-is
Our treasures trifles seem, and all our life is dreaming, and the dreams themselves are dreams.
affection adore frenzy
At the point when affection is not frenzy, it is not adore.
time years yield
All must yield to the weight of years; conquest is not difficult for time.
real perfect crucible
No virtue can be real that has not been tried. The gold in the crucible alone is perfect; the loadstone tests the steel, and the diamond is tried by the diamond, while metals gleam the brighter in the furnace.
needs treasure doers
A good action is never lost; it is a treasure laid up and guarded for the doer's need.
beauty together agree
The dower of great beauty has always been misfortune, since happiness and beauty do not agree together.
heart divine
The heart is an astrologer that always divines the truth.
victory may gains
One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.
heartbreak morning flower
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.
dream what-matters awakening
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.
dream deeds good-deeds
For even in dreams a good deed is not lost.
heart world knowledge-of-the-world
How surely a knowledge of the world hardens the heart!
men birth crime
For man's greatest crime is to have been born.
dream passion men
Dreams are rough copies of the waking soul Yet uncorrected of the higher will, So that men sometimes in their dreams confess An unsuspected, or forgotten, self; -Since Dreaming, Madness, Passion, are akin In missing each that salutory rein Of reason, and the grinding will of man.