An army is a nation within a nation, it is one of the vices of courage.

Hope is the biggest of our foolish things.

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

Of late years (perhaps as a result of our political changes) art has borrowed from history more than ever.

Every man has seen the wall that limits his mind.

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

I love the majesty of human suffering.