The loveliest Muse in the world does not feed her owner; these girls make fine mistresses but terrible wives

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?

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

What it values most of all is the sum total of events and the advance of civilization, which carries individuals along with it; but, indifferent to details, it cares less to have them real than noble or, rather, grand and complete.

Art ought never to be considered except in its relations with its ideal beauty.

History is a novel for which the people is the author.

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.