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

Of what use is the memory of facts, if not to serve as an example of good or of evil?

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

I think, then, that man, after having satisfied his first longing for facts, wanted something fuller - some grouping, some adaptation to his capacity and experience, of the links of this vast chain of events which his sight could not take in.

The acts of the human race on the world's stage have doubtless a coherent unity, but the meaning of the vast tragedy enacted will be visible only to the eye of God, until the end, which will reveal it perhaps to the last man.

Hope is the biggest of our foolish things.

We shall find in our troubled hearts, where discord reigns, two needs which seem at variance, but which merge, as I think, in a common source - the love of the true, and the love of the fabulous.