Just as we descend into our consciences to judge of actions which our minds can not weigh, can we not also search in ourselves for the feeling which gives birth to forms of thought, always vague and cloudy?

Every man has seen the wall that limits his mind.

The study of social progress is to-day not less needed in literature than is the analysis of the human heart.

What is a great life if not a youthful idea executed by a man of mature years.

Of what use were the arts if they were only the reproduction and the imitation of life?

The acts of the human race on the world's stage have doubtless a coherent unity, but the meaning of the vast tragedy enacted will be visible only to the eye of God, until the end, which will reveal it perhaps to the last man.

An army is a nation within a nation, it is one of the vices of courage.