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

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

The loveliest Muse in the world does not feed her owner; these girls make fine mistresses but terrible wives

On the day when man told the story of his life to man, history was born.

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

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

The study of social progress is to-day not less needed in literature than is the analysis of the human heart.