Honour is manly decency. The shame of being found wanting in it means everything to us. Is this, then, the indefinable, the sacred thing?

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

Do you know that charming part of our country which has been called the garden of France - that spot where, amid verdant plains watered by wide streams, one inhales the purest air of heaven?

Of what use were the arts if they were only the reproduction and the imitation of life?

Greatness is the dream of youth realized in old age.

Of late years (perhaps as a result of our political changes) art has borrowed from history more than ever.

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