Art ought never to be considered except in its relations with its ideal beauty.

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.

France, for example, loves at the same time history and the drama, because the one explores the vast destinies of humanity, and the other the individual lot of man.

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.

Greatness is the dream of youth realized in old age.

Invisible is real. Souls have their own world.