What it values most of all is the sum total of events and the advance of civilization, which carries individuals along with it; but, indifferent to details, it cares less to have them real than noble or, rather, grand and complete.

Every man has seen the wall that limits his mind.

Invisible is real. Souls have their own world.

Do you know that charming part of our country which has been called the garden of France - that spot where, amid verdant plains watered by wide streams, one inhales the purest air of heaven?

No writer, no matter how gifted, immortalizes himself unless he has crystallized into expressive and original phrase the eternal sentiments and yearnings of the human heart.

What is a great life? It is the dreams of youth realised in old age.

Fainthearted animals move about in herds. The lion walks alone in the desert. Let the poet always walk thus.