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.
Only silence is great; all else is weakness.
What is the use of theorizing as to wherein lies the charm that moves us?
What is a great life? It is the dreams of youth realised in old age.
What is a great life but a youthful intention carried out in maturity?