Sufletul lui Othello era pur si simplu zdrobit si de aceea se dezechilibrase toata conceptia lui despre lume, pentru ca idealul lui era mort.

“The old grief of the great mystery of human life gradually passes into a quiet,…”

“I could never stand more than three months of dreaming at a time without feelin…”

“I think man will never renounce real suffering, that is destruction and chaos. …”

“أحياناً يحدث أن نلتقي بأشخاص نجهلم تمام الجهل, ومع ذلك نشعر باهتمام بهم وبدافع ي…”