The human mind, I believe, cares for the True only in the general character of an epoch.
An army is a nation within a nation, it is one of the vices of courage.
Greatness is the dream of youth realized in old age.
A calm despair, without angry convulsions or reproaches directed at heaven, is the essence of wisdom.
What is a great life? It is the dreams of youth realised in old age.
The first among mankind will always be those who make something imperishable out of a sheet of paper, a canvas, a piece of marble, or a few sounds