History is a novel for which the people is the author.
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.
Invisible is real. Souls have their own world.
What is a great life but a youthful intention carried out in maturity?
We live in an age of universal investigation, and of exploration of the sources of all movements.
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.