Fainthearted animals move about in herds. The lion walks alone in the desert. Let the poet always walk thus.
Art ought never to be considered except in its relations with its ideal beauty.
On the day when man told the story of his life to man, history was born.
A calm despair, without angry convulsions or reproaches directed at heaven, is the essence of wisdom.
An army is a nation within a nation, it is one of the vices of courage.
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