History is a novel for which the people is the author.
We live in an age of universal investigation, and of exploration of the sources of all movements.
What is a great life? It is the dreams of youth realised in old age.
Silence alone is great; all else is feebleness . . . Perform with all your heart your long and heavy task. . . . Then as do I, say naught, but suffer and die.
Poetry is the disease of the brain.
Every man has seen the wall that limits his mind.