Of what use were the arts if they were only the reproduction and the imitation of life?
On the day when man told the story of his life to man, history was born.
Doubt is the freedom of thought. Any claim to truth can be doubted.
The first among mankind will always be those who make something imperishable out of a sheet of paper, a canvas, a piece of marble, or a few sounds
An army is a nation within a nation, it is one of the vices of courage.
The human mind, I believe, cares for the True only in the general character of an epoch.