A calm despair, without angry convulsions or reproaches directed at heaven, is the essence of wisdom.
The study of social progress is to-day not less needed in literature than is the analysis of the human heart.
Only silence is great; all else is weakness.
Art ought never to be considered except in its relations with its ideal beauty.
What is a great life but a youthful intention carried out in maturity?
I love the majesty of human suffering.