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

France, for example, loves at the same time history and the drama, because the one explores the vast destinies of humanity, and the other the individual lot of man.

Only silence is great; all else is weakness.

Greatness is the dream of youth realized in old age.

What is a great life if not a youthful idea executed by a man of mature years.

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

One might almost reckon mathematically that, having undergone the double composition of public opinion and of the author, their history reaches us at third hand and is thus separated by two stages from the original fact.