Hope is the biggest of our foolish things.

We live in an age of universal investigation, and of exploration of the sources of all movements.

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?

I love the majesty of human suffering.

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

What is a great life? It is the dreams of youth realised in old age.

The true God, the mighty God, is the God of ideas.