Do you not see with your own eyes the chrysalis fact assume by degrees the wings of fiction?

Just as we descend into our consciences to judge of actions which our minds can not weigh, can we not also search in ourselves for the feeling which gives birth to forms of thought, always vague and cloudy?

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.

Hope is the biggest of our foolish things.

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

Every man has seen the wall that limits his mind.

The human mind, I believe, cares for the True only in the general character of an epoch.