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

I have a private theory, Sir, that there are no heroes and no monsters in this world. Only children should be allowed to use these words

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?

We live in an age of universal investigation, and of exploration of the sources of all movements.

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?

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

Of what use were the arts if they were only the reproduction and the imitation of life?