Perform your long and heavy task with energy, treading the path to which Fate has been pleased to call you.

What is a great life but a youthful intention carried out in maturity?

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?

Invisible is real. Souls have their own world.

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

Greatness is the dream of youth realized in old age.

Silence alone is great; all else is feebleness . . . Perform with all your heart your long and heavy task. . . . Then as do I, say naught, but suffer and die.