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

Hope is the greatest madness. What can we expect of a world that we enter with the assurance of seeing our fathers and mothers die? A world where, if two beings love each other and give their lives to each other, both can be sure that one will watch the other perish?

Do you not see with your own eyes the chrysalis fact assume by degrees the wings of fiction?

We shall find in our troubled hearts, where discord reigns, two needs which seem at variance, but which merge, as I think, in a common source - the love of the true, and the love of the fabulous.

The true God, the mighty God, is the God of ideas.

From this, without doubt, sprang the fable. Man created it thus, because it was not given him to see more than himself and nature, which surrounds him; but he created it true with a truth all its own.

What is a great life but a youthful intention carried out in maturity?