No writer, no matter how gifted, immortalizes himself unless he has crystallized into expressive and original phrase the eternal sentiments and yearnings of the human heart.

Greatness is the dream of youth realized in old age.

I love the majesty of human suffering.

One might almost reckon mathematically that, having undergone the double composition of public opinion and of the author, their history reaches us at third hand and is thus separated by two stages from the original fact.

A calm despair, without angry convulsions or reproaches directed at heaven, is the essence of wisdom.

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

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