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

From this, without doubt, sprang the fable. Man created it thus, because it was not given him to see more than himself and nature, which surrounds him; but he created it true with a truth all its own.

Fainthearted animals move about in herds. The lion walks alone in the desert. Let the poet always walk thus.

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.

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

What is a great life if not a youthful idea executed by a man of mature years.

Only silence is great; all else is weakness.