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

What is the use of theorizing as to wherein lies the charm that moves us?

But it is the province of religion, of philosophy, of pure poetry only, to go beyond life, beyond time, into eternity.

Honour is manly decency. The shame of being found wanting in it means everything to us. Is this, then, the indefinable, the sacred thing?

Every man has seen the wall that limits his mind.

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

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.