Invisible is real. Souls have their own world.

Doubt is the freedom of thought. Any claim to truth can be doubted.

The existence of the soldier, next to capital punishment, is the most grievous vestige of barbarism which survives among men.

What it values most of all is the sum total of events and the advance of civilization, which carries individuals along with it; but, indifferent to details, it cares less to have them real than noble or, rather, grand and complete.

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

Oh, I have a habit of letting myself be lectured on the things I know best. I like to see if they are understood in the same way I understand; for there are many ways of knowing the same thing

Hope is the greatest madness. What can we expect of a world that we enter with the assurance of seeing our fathers and mothers die? A world where, if two beings love each other and give their lives to each other, both can be sure that one will watch the other perish?